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To any and all who read and 
find upon its pages something 
of value, something that means 
pleasure or profit, amusement 
or instruction, do I entrust and 
dedicate this little volume; glad 
of its acceptance; grateful for 
the patronage; appreciative of 
the indulgence. 

E. O. 



Copyriffht, 1922. 

©CI.A659181 

MAR 17 im 



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INTRODUCTION. 

If any little word I say 

Can benefit the reader, 
I'll speak it readily and frank, 

Like seed, abroad I'll scatter. 

If any little thought I have 

Can somehow help another, 

I'll give it freely to the world. 
Its message thus I'll offer. 

If any little wish I make 

Can comfort those who suffer, 
I'll make it known in accents clear 

And banish doubt forever. 

If any little act I do 

Can lead to something better. 
On yonder height I'll fix my goal 

And strive to reach it ever. 

If any little good is found 

Herein, by those who ponder, 

I'll dedicate this volume through 
To those who follow after. 

If I have said, or thought, or done. 
That which I should not utter, 

I ask forbearance kindly shown 

Alike from friend and stranger. 



BUY A BOOK. 



If you want to have a friend 
Whom you never can offend, 
Though you ruthless cast aside 
And on others set your pride — 

Buy a book. 



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If a pal you'd like to know 
Who'll contented with you go — 
Never murmurs or complains 
When it snows or if it rains — 

Buy a book. 

If a chum you'd like to find 
That'll refresh your views and mind, 
Adding to your strength and power, 
Cheer you in a lonesome hour — 

Buy a book. 

If some good you'd like to do. 
Something that will count for two, 
And some help you'd like to give 
To a struggling soul to live — 

Buy my book. 



UNSELFISH AND TRUE. 

It's good to be famous in culture and art. 
To form of the world a conspicuous part. 
But far better than honors, I think, don't you? 
Is just to be modest, unselfish and true. 

It's fine to be counted among the select, 
Our names on the list of four-hundred elect. 
And well to be gifted with flowery speech. 
Stand firm on the heights where the few only reach. 

It is pleasant to lead an indolent life, 
So care-free and heedless of struggle or strife. 
And noble to prosper and win fortune's smile. 
Our aims and ambitions succeeding the while. 

All these and much more claim attention and thought. 
And reek with delusions, so cunningly wrought, 
But fail in supplying the need of the soul 
Or render assistance in reaching the goal. 



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Let naught but the standard of duty and right 
Appeal for defense to your reason and might; 
No better than that would I want, or would you, 
For that's surely modest, unselfish and true. 



THE RAINBOW ROUND THE THRONE." 

When threatening clouds betoken 

A near impending gale; 
When courage aimost falters. 

And doubts and fears assail; 
With awe, yet firm decision. 

Faith seeks and grasps its own, 
And sees beyond the tempest 

The rainbow round the throne. 

When earth is in a turmoil. 

Unrest seems to enslave. 
Revolt and revolution 

Rocks like a surging wave ; 
Amid the dire forebodings 

Though doomed to stand alone, 
Hope sees beyond the tumult 

The rainbow round the throne. 

When pain and weight of sorrow 

Has tried the very soul. 
Impenetrable darkness 

That permeates the whole; 
With keen anticipation 

Through rifts, where light still shone. 
Love sees beyond the sufif'ring 

The rainbow round the throne. 



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IT ISNT EASY. 

It isn't easy, but it pays 

To climb the mountain high, 

A clearer vision, wider range 
Greets the observing eye. 

It isn't easy, but it pays 

To smile in face of scorn, 

Conceal the grief within your heart 
And hide the suff'ring borne. 

It isn't easy, but it pays 

To crush the bitter thought, 

Forget the little petty ills. 

The sting, and hurt they brought. 

It isn't easy, but it pays 

The wrong you've done, admit, 
Confess the fault, and openly 

Apologize a bit. 

It isn't easy, but it pays 

When all life's work is done. 
To have recorded with your name 
A finished race, well run. 



TD RATHER BE RIGHT. 

It is pleasant to own a vast estate 

Without fear of want or of frowning fate, 

But revel in luxury, day and night ; 

Oh ! I'd like to be wealthy, but I'd rather be right. 

It's fine to possess a superior mind, 

Quick in discerning both value and kind. 

Correct in its judgment, keen in its sight ; 

Oh I I'd like to be brilliant, but I'd rather be right. 



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It's good to be known as you go along 

And greeted with cheers by the passing throng, 

Your influence helpful, like rays of light;. 

Oh ! I'd like to be famous, but I'd rather be right. 

It is grand to wisely counsel, and teach, 

To sway the masses by eloquent speech. 

And utter the thoughts that cheer and delight ; 

Oh ! I'd like to be gifted, but I'd rather be right. 

It is great to be loved by all you know, 
Commanding respect, wherever you go. 
Acknowledged a leader of power and might ; 
Oh ! I like to be honored, but I'd rather be right. 



FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF A NOTED 
CHURCH. 

Oh ! who can sum the total 

Of service rendered here. 
Tell of the souls uplifted 

And strengthened by its cheer; 
Who can produce a record 

Of every noble deed. 
Of every time that succor 

Went out to human need — 

In fifty years. 

Who can describe the courage 

Its members have displayed, 
The ceaseless watching, praying, 

And working undismayed ; 
Tell of the depth of purpose. 

The truth for which it stood, 
Enumerate the blessings 

Or estimate the good — 

In fifty years. 



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Who can depict the shadows 

That sometimes blurred the way — 
Explain the faith that centered 

In hope for better day, 
The hope that bore its fruitage 

Unyielding to maintain, 
And by its zeal and effort 

That greater life attain — 

In fifty years. 

Who can surmise the power 

That from its portals went, 
The influence it carried 

Or measure its extent; 
Tell of the lives that triumphed 

Beyond our vision gone. 
The nameless, countless heroes 

That still go on and on — 

In fifty years. 

Yet somewhere in God's volume 

The record doth appear 
Of life's unfailing conquests 

That crowned each passing year, 
And some time in the distance 

With hidden things made known, 
We'll realize more fully 

His care for all His own — 

Through fifty years. 



ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP. 

Would you choose to live secure from harm, 
Within a cave, where nothing can harm, 
Apart from a world so full of mirth 
With clear blue sky and beautiful earth ; 
Where music of birds can never reach. 



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And fields and flowers no lesson teach, 
Where the morning dawn and sunset glow 
Are things so vague, you never can know? 

Would you be content without the light. 
Demurely sit enjoying the night, 
Happy in selfishness there to dwell 
Your life secluded within a shell ; 
Do you seek a cave and then declare 
There's nothing worth getting anywhere, 
Effort and beauty and hope are vain, 
Nothing of value, naught to attain ? 

Do you live for self, and wonder why 

You see the evil in passing by? 

Does the world seem wrong, fraught with despair 

And sin apparent everywhere? 

Then pause, and question, do I abide 

Where truth and justice are wont to guide? 

Have I faith in God and trust in man 

Doing the very best that I can? 

No soul so hopeless, dwarf'd and unstaid, 
As that whose basis on self is laid. 
To such a being the world is dark 
And life in its worth a question-mark; 
Harboring thoughts and visions of gloom 
Constantly weaving impending doom, 
Would you shun these ills? Then you must gain 
In some way, some where a higher plain. 

Is there a burden crushing your head 
Threatening clouds you anxiously dread; 
Somewhere a shadow lurks in the way, 
Sometimes a doubt, a fear or dismay; 
Is there a cross too heavy to bear. 
Some secret sorrow no one can share. 



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Some hidden cave, where oft you retreat, 
Pondering over trials you meet. 



Sad heart, would'st thou hear a sweeter strain, 
And clearer, better vision obtain. 
Then rise and follow the beck'ning light 
With steadfast purpose, scaling the height, 
Nor faint till you reach yon sunlit crest 
And over beyond the hill-slopes rest. 
There you can see as never before 
The faith of a child restored once more. 

Then climb, yes climb to the mountain top, 
Weary and struggling, but never stop 
Till yonder summit at last you greet; 
The mists of Earth beneath your feet. 
So high you can touch the peerless blue. 
No blighting shadows twixt heav'n and you. 
On that height sublime, nothing to fear 
Triumphantly stand, for God is near. 



TO A COLLEGE GRADUATE. 

May the joy of this day continue 

Till you reach the twilight of life, 
Your hopes and ambitions prove real 

With fruitage abundant and rife; 
As you journey along may heaven 

Its choicest of blessings bestow, 
Making richer the world for having 

Your influence felt as you go. 

Set high your ideal of living, 
And no, never a duty shirk. 

For always the height of achievement 
Is gained by strenuous work; 



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In sunshine and shadow, may courage 
And constancy govern within; 

Success is the victor's triumph, 

The plucky, not lucky, who win. 



AMERICA. 

Must we believe in our country so fair 
There is grasping and grafting e-s^erywhere, 
That greed in its power is trying to crush 
The weak and the helpless, and they say hush — 
I am the one that's licensed to talk — 
Before such a king you silently walk. 

In palace and hovel throughout our land 
The high and the lowly, one law demand. 
The rich and the poor must that law obey 
For state and nation are under survey. 
Hence do everything in the light of day 
In a noble, manly, and upright way. 

In public or private, don't try to steal. 
Concealing the fact and acting genteel ; 
Don't cover with velvet the ugly claw 
Or hide with a smile the craving maw; 
Don't soothe with lotions the poisonous sore 
Or varnish and polish the rotten core. 

Don't wait for instructions, or try to shirk. 
For just where you are, is the place to work ; 
Corruption, no matter where it is found, 
Has always a loathesome, ungainly sound ; 
Then quickly "get busy" and renovate. 
Root out the evil, from city and state. 

Get honor and fame, get wealth with your might. 
Get all that's worth getting, but get it right ; 
In the battle for good, determine to win, 



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Desiring the noblest without and within, 
Making our country just what it should be — 
"The home of the brave, the land of the free !" 

When purged of its vice, from center to shore, 
And dire oppression is heard of no more; 
When banished forever the doers of wrong, 
But rising still higher the triumph song; 
"Old Glory" will wave with power intense 
And lap in its folds a world's recompense. 



AMERICA IN THE WORLD WAR. 

Land that we love and proud of its standard, 

Forward the cry we exultantly raise, 
Long may our flag embellish each fortress. 

Crowning with glory and splendor the days ; 
Waving majestic, spotless, and regal. 

Safely enfolding each stripe and each star. 
Bearing aloft the hope of the nation. 

Emblem of honor in peace and in war. 

Hail, Oh ! our country, nations are looking 

O'er the broad vista, oppression to stem. 
Let that reliance be answered in action. 

Bringing deliverance to thee and to them ; 
Onward thy motto, steadfast in purpose, 

Lift and protect, set the down-trodden free — 
Mighty in valor, fearless in duty. 

Truth make thy ruling, and justice thy plea. 

Hope that is buoyant, hearts that are loyal, 
Firm and unflinching an army of might. 

Ready to battle, willing to suflFer, 

Zealously struggling for freedom and right; 



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Spurning the thought of evil ambition, 

Quashing the semblance of unkindly prate, 

Crushing the root that nourishes anger. 

Greatness is never the product of hate. 

Help us, Oh God ! to trust without doubting, 

Seeking to follow wherever thou lead, 
Help us to know thine infinite goodness, 

Fill with thy power imperative need ; 
Keep in thy mercy from harm and disaster, 

Strengthen our effort in doing thy will, 
Thy gracious presence grant without ceasing 

Be to our country its sole refuge still. 

AMERICANS SONS IN THE WORLD WAR. 

The nation bows in sadness 

From shore to inland mart. 
The fangs of war was clutching 

Its very life and heart, 
Its sons, our noble manhood. 

It ruthless took away, 
The builders of tomorrow 

The promise of today. 

From humble homes they rallied 

And stately mansions, too, 
Together in the conflict 

They strove their best to do, 
Not in revengeful spirit. 

They marshaled to the fight, 
But a desire to hasten 

The triumph of the right. 

By highest motive governed 
Unmoved by clan or creed. 

That history might not record 
One cruel, hateful deed, 



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For better far than riches 

Or e'en the country's fame, 

Is to preserve untarnished 
A great immortal name. 

Those who returned may justly 

Be proud of what they done, 
The nation does acknowledge 

Its debt to every one ; 
The fallen, silent heroes, 

Adorned with wreath and gem. 
In "Honor's roll" they're listed 

And we are proud of them. 

SILVER WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. 

Two people on a voyage 
On life's uncertain sea. 

To man their barge judicious 
Together did agree. 

For five and twenty summers 
No blast came to destroy. 

The placid scenes and sailing 
And years of constant joy. 

With hearts and hopes united 
The journey was serene. 

Time only served to strengthen 
The bond that bound between. 

Along the way, true service 

Was rendered with delight. 

The touch of real kindness 

That cheers the gloomy night. 

The barge is chartered onward 
More pleasure still to get, 

Until the years count fifty, 
And even farther yet. 



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Long to the distant future 

May happiness attend, 
Your lives and labors proving 

Successful to the end. 

May blessings without number 

Be showered on your way, 
'Till toil and time is vanquished 

In an eternal day. 



THE MAIDEN'S SOLILOQUY. 

With careless air and brow serene 
There stood a maiden just sixteen. 
In pride she tossed her pretty head 
And to herself demurely said : 
The man who would my fancy please 
Must be a gentleman of ease, 
Delight in parties, balls, and such, 
Or I won't have him, no, not much. 

A little later, blithe and gay 
And everything just fixed her way, 
I would not pause upon the street 
To recognize some men I meet ; 
The hero I would have, said she, 
Must handsome, gallant, noble, be. 
If you know such, just send him here, 
I'll do the rest, you needn't fear. 

Still later on, with some dismay 

As if the future to survey, 

With tact she plans what to pursue 

And views the situation through ; 

The fellow I would wed, said she, 

A clever, manly man must be, 

All others do not stand a show 

And if they doubt, I'll let them know. 



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When later hope began to wane 
Thus reasoned now the comely dame, 
Whoever wins my heart, said she, 
Devoted, loving he must be ; 
His contour may be out of place 
And always wear a frowning face, 
But he must have a record true 
Before the world, and nothing rue. 

Now later still, and doomed to wait. 
Will someone pity my sad fate, 
I'll question not his past, nor care 
What future ills I'll have to share, 
I care not if his heart is cold. 
But then he must have lots of gold, 
The more the better it would please 
And thus insure a life of ease. 

Alas ! still later, sad, alone. 
She spoke again in undertone. 
Bewailing that she set at naught 
The suitors who her hand had sought; 
Ain't there no one who'd volunteer 
A lonely maiden's life to cheer. 
His very sight would be a boon 
And Oh ! he can not come too soon ! 

The maiden now had reached the place 

Of saner years and wisdom's grace. 

When from her reverie awoke 

Calm, self-possessed 'twas thus she spoke: 

Why need the aid of any man 

To carry out life's worth-while plan, 

Such foolish thoughts I'll set aside 

And with myself content reside. 



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MARGARET AND KATHLEEN. 

(Twin Babies.) 

I know two little ladies 

Who dwell in sweet content — 
And get the finest living 

Though earning not a cent, 
They wield a magic power 

Each in the home a queen, 
Yet bear no royal titles, 

Just Margaret and Kathleen. 

They do not dote on fashions. 

For jewels do not care, 
And in the strife and struggle 

For riches do not share ; 
They do not sigh or worry 

Or moan: "it might have been"; 
They smile their satisfaction. 

Miss Margaret and Kathleen. 

They win appreciation 

And real joy impart. 
And make their way unconscious 

To every human heart ; 
I know you will acknowledge 

You never knew or seen. 
Two people more attractive 

Than Margaret and Kathleen. 

Anon when years have flitted 

And time its changes wrought, 
I trust they will develop 

In noble traits and thought, 
Their lives continue happy 

And nothing come between. 
That good will be the portion 

Of Margaret and Kathleen. 



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SUCCESS. 

If you desire that happiness 
Your efforts recompense, 

With care observe the mighty law 
Of love and commonsense. 

Along the path together grow 
The thistle and the rose, 

You must decide — to you is left 

To choose twixt these and those. 

If honest praise you would secure 
And loyal friends possess, 

In nothing feign, be constant, true, 
*Tis highway to success. 



OBSERVATIONS OF MR. SEE MORE. 

(A Resident of Mars.) 

How very funny, I confess 

To find myself in such a mess. 

While living happily in Mars 

Some thoughtless imp removed the bars. 

And then, Ah ! me, I simply fell 
And found I was where Earthies dwell, 
A people strange in tongue they be 
And many customs queer to see. 

They hustle, bustle, move so brisk, 
To follow close is quite a risk, 
I am in fear and constant dread 
Lest I should trip or lose my head. 

From every quarter all around 
I hear all kinds of funny sound 
That makes me quiver thru and thru — 
I want to live in Mars, I do. 



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But then my business is to get 
Some knowledge of this curious set, 
And instantly I did proceed 
To notice every word and deed. 

Some glad, some sad, some young, some old. 
Some very shy, some very bold. 
While discontent was plainly seen 
On many faces here I ween. 

Of what they have, they seem to tire 
And something different they desire ; 
When it is cold, they like it hot. 
Always want what they have not. 

And some, Fm sorry to relate. 
Are given to prevaricate, 
And when recording what they say 
I must explain some other way. 

One did declare while waving claw 
A jam so great I never saw. 
Perturbed I tried to get a share, 
Found naught but people everywhere. 

Another said in rushing past 
Me for a rest, Fm going to fast. 
But later with my very eyes 
I saw him simply gormandize. 

Saw one who sat with lots of twine 
All raveled out and cut so fine ; 
"All kinds of laces," here said he, 
It didn't look like lace to me. 

Youth came to living-room from yard 
And said 'tis raining very hard ; 
I went to aperture to see 
And very soft it seemed to me. 



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Went to a meeting-house one day 
Where Earthies worship, so they say, 
And near the entrance there I hid 
To note the things they said and did. 

They came by one and then in lots 
Some long, some short, some tiny tots ; 
They sat in line with placid mien 
Without reserve or space between. 

Some wore much hair, a frizzly top, 
And others just a stubble crop. 
Some had it wired upon their ball 
While others came with none at all. 

At certain sign they did arise. 
Proceed at once to make a noise, 
And when they're done, again sit still 
While one alone performs at will. 

With many gestures he declamed 
And fearlessly his views proclaimed. 
Denounced the wrong, upheld the true, 
And told the others what to do. 

Some calmly nodded their assent 

While ready listening ear they lent, 

Some wrapped in thought profound and deep 

And some it seemed, came there to sleep. 

Much as I cared for this display 
I soon decided not to stay; 
To stand was much too hard for me, 
And when I sat I couldn't see. 

In front methinks put there for show 
Were tiny gardens in a row. 
And here and there some feathers grew, 
Completely shutting off my view. 



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As I departed from the place 
My thoughts I could not well efface ; 
There seemed to be some magic spell 
And of its power I can not tell. 

One day I wandered down the street 
Where lots of Earthies always meet, 
They moved so rapid to and fro 
As though they knew not where to go. 

Some wore a frown, and some a smile, 
And some kept grinning all the while ; 
Some in their manner seemed to say 
You are no count, out of my way ! 

Some carried brush upon their map 
And some with screen-work covered trap ; 
Some wore a frock down to their soles 
And others up, exposing poles. 

Some dressed like bears, some peek-a-boo, 
Some hid their hands, and faces too, 
And with a stick so queerly bent 
Held in the air a little tent. 

Saw some so small they couldn't talk 
And some poor things who couldn't walk. 
Must have committed some great sin 
And for that crime were hobbled in. 

Saw one fair dame upon the mart 
Push living dolly in a cart, 
And then another gay, sweet thing 
Was towing bow-wow by a string. 

One Earthy talking to a friend 
Held little tree with curly end, 
Another passed in hurry pace 
With small Vesuvius on his face. 



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In shut-in cage some move about 
Built upon circles very stout, 
They whisk around with wondrous speed 
And those who plod they never heed. 

Upon one corner saw a man 
With sizzle-sizzle in a can ; 
"Hot tamales here red hot," 
Were all the words he ain't forgot. 

Some stood in shop just back of board 
And shelves of things they seemed to hoard. 
In manner suave they smile and plead 
And make folks buy what they don't need. 

I sauntered to where many wait 
And others came in hurried gait. 
They acted like 'twas one great treat. 
To nothing do but eat and eat. 

On roots and herbs and flesh they feed 
And oft display a wanton greed, 
When reason say they've had enuflf 
They still cram down some frozen stufif. 

They gulp all kinds of liquids out 
Of little molds or tubes or spout. 
And then to cork the gap they stand 
And put therein a fire-brand. 

To recreate an hour or so 
To some dark cave in crowds they go, 
And gaze at phantom moving hosts 
That make no sound and look like ghosts. 

The more I see, I long to know 
What mysteries surround me so, 
For many freaks I daily spied 
And more exist I'm satisfied. 



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Although unfinished is my quest 
I am enforced to leave the rest, 
Perhaps some day they'll grow to be 
Great, wise, and noted just — like me. 



DISCONTENT. 



The world is full of discontent. 
Each one has something to lament, 
The choicest gifts and richest store 
Seem always at our neighbor's door; 
What harmony no doubt would be 
If I were you, and you were me. 

The poor man shivers in the cold 
And covets oft the rich man's gold, 
The rich would part with all his wealth 
Just for to gain the other's health ; 
What harmony no doubt would be 
If I were you, and you were me. 

The lonely sits in silent gloom 

And sees the clouds in blackness loom. 

In social whirl the other frets 

And longs for rest, but never gets ; 

What harmony no doubt would be 

If I were you, and you were me. 

A little change would make things right 
And remedy all ills in sight. 
The jar and jangle now so great 
Would vanish from both home and state 
What harmony no doubt would be 
If I were you, and you were me. 



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ALIENS; AMERICANS; CHRISTIANS. 

A theme so great, we fail to grasp, 

To reason, or define. 
We must confess we only know 

The work is yours and mine ; 
We hold for them an open door. 

Alluring scenes portray, 
How can we shirk the debt we owe 

If then they come and stay. 

These people who have sought and made 

America their goal 
And henceforth destined to become 

A part of our great whole. 
Are seeking riches, better homes, 

And liberty desire. 
And look to us for guide and aid 

To gain what they aspire. 

Attracted by our Country's fame 

They gather to our shore. 
With expectations justified ; 

Each year a million more. 
A million lives just such as we 

With needs to be supplied, 
A million eager hearts that crave 

For sympathy applied. 

Like ships a-drift in some vast sea 

They wander here and there, 
Unknown, unheeded by the throng 

And no one seems to care; 
Temptations rife, like surging waves 

Are threatening to destroy. 
Engulfing the unwary one 

By subtle shrewd decoy. 



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A million souls for whom Christ died 

And whom He seeks to save, 
Shall we withhold His gift of love 

Ignore the charge He gave ; 
If unto us the truth, the life 

And greater light was given, 
Shall we not help them, teach them how 

To know the God of Heaven. 

The thought, the word, the prayer we make 

Is labor not in vain. 
When in the light of yonder day 

Our deeds are all made plain, 
When character shall stand supreme. 

When good, not gold shall count. 
When night gives way to endless dawn 

God's heroes up shall mount. 



THANKSGIVING. 

Has the year been cloudless and sunny 

The days one continuous calm, 
Were the hours crowded with pleasure 

The moments with sweet summer's balm ; 
If the past has been teeming with blessings 

That came unbidden and free, 
And the future is laden with promise 

Of still greater bounties for thee? 

Give thanks ! 

Were you from all danger secluded 

And happiness waited your call, 
Were your efforts amply rewarded 

Prosperity crowning them all? 
If history never recorded 

A passage you'd like to forget. 



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And into your life came no shadow 
No stinging remorse or regret? 

Give thanks ! 

Was failure indelibly written 

Wherein you had sought for success, 
Mistakes and misfortunes abounding 

That left no chance for redress; 
If somewhere through torrent and tumult 

You saw a faint gleam in the night, 
And somehow your soul was illumined, 

Inspired by that halo of light? 

Give thanks ! 

Was there sorrow and bitter anguish, 

A foe you dreaded to meet. 
Are thy hopes and fond ambitions 

A wreckage forlorn at thy feet? 
If over the trying conditions 

You triumph'd in every test, 
And if in the final accounting 

You can whisper, I did my best — 

Give thanks ! 



GOOD-BYE, SANTA. 

Time was when here a tot I stood 

So gladly doing what I could 

And helped with others, year by year. 

To emphasize the Christmas cheer; 

Time now decrees Tve run the pace 

And with the grown-ups must take my place, 

Though other work my thoughts will claim, 

I'll love these gatherings just the same. 

Fm glad that I was taught to be 
A speaker at a Christmas tree ; 



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I leave the stage with some regret 
But Santa, you'll continue yet, 
With heart aglow and righteous pride 
To sound the joys of Christmas tide; 
In other spheres I seek for fame 
But then I'll love you just the same. 

And dear old Santa, how I long 
Our pleasant friendship to prolong 
The parting gift; don't think me bold 
A pair of stockings would not hold, 
I do not care for toys and blocks 
But something in a pair of socks; 
Good-bye, dear Santa, keep thy name. 
The child's fond idol just the same. 

Kind friend, if you would like to know 
The reason why I treat you so. 
Progression is the watchword still, 
Make room for others with a will ; 
Though tinge of sadness in my heart 
I now withdraw from active part. 
On memory's tablet carve your name 
And love you ever, just the same. 



NOBILITY. 



What is nobility? Where is it found, 

In glittering palace of gold? 
Surrounded by luxury, wealth and ease, 

Is it there its beauties unfold? 
What marks the steps to that glorious height, 

Is it reached by consummate plan? 
Is it houses and lands and a bank account, 

That measures the standard of man? 

Nay, banish the thought, and spurn with disdain. 
Let conduct and character stand — 



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As forces unequaled in moulding a life 
That satisfies every demand. 

A life that aspires for greater, for good 
Its effort and aim be the test, 

Each action control'd by justice and truth, 
Content with no less than the best. 



GO ON. 



Go on and on, brave willing heart. 

Rise yet to higher plain, 
Unswerved by ought from duty's path. 

With might the right maintain. 

Go on and on, endued with power. 
And through that power prevail, 

With purpose true, unflinching stand. 
And hope that cannot fail. 

Go on and on, thy labors blessed. 
Will each succeeding day 

Bring sweetest joy and perfect peace. 
To smooth life's rugged way. 

Go on and on, a struggling world 
Appeals with outstretched hand 

For sympathy, for hope and help. 
To gain a nobler stand. 

Go on and on, with fervent zeal 

Directed from above. 
Some heart to cheer, some soul to lift. 

By words and deeds of love. 

Go on and on, in constant trust 
'Till yonder goal appears, 

A race well run, is victory won. 

Why grieve o'er doubts and fears. 



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Go on, yes on, 'till toil shall cease 

And earth has passed away. 
Then reap with joy a just reward 

In everlasting day. 



GOLDEN WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. 

Full fifty years have vanished 

Into the silent past, 
Years with blessings laden 

And memories that last ; 
A home that is ideal, 

A life that stood the test, 
And yielding in its fruitage 

The beautiful and best. 

Upon this glad occasion 
My greetings I convey 

And join the host of others 
Who honor you this day, 

May other days that follow 
Abundantly contain 

The benefits and bounties. 

The charm, and cheer retain. 

He who has been thy refuge 

And thine unerring guide, 
Unfailing will continue, 

To shelter and provide; 
Will make your lives prove clearer 

The truth for which you stood. 
By radiating ever 

An influence for good. 

In the approach of twilight 
Be it your lot to know, 

Naught but a tranquil evening 
And restful sunset glow; 



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Beyond the things that perish 
Your vision penetrate 

Into that realm eternal — 

And home, within its gate. 



APPEAL OF THE MISSION BOX. 

I want some Indians, quite a host 
And then some whites of which to boast; 
Perchance an eagle comes your way, 
Secure at once this bird of prey, 
And when you get them, snugly place 
Within my hold each cunning face. 
The work a constant joy will be 
And bring its own reward to thee. 



THE PRESS. 



From sea to sea, to every clan 
This great discovery of man. 
With rapid strides has made its way 
And manifests a potent sway. 
How justly won thine honor'd place 
Great benefactor of our race. 
We hail thee with extended hand 
Prime educator of our land. 

The peasant in his humble home. 
The king upon his gilded throne, 
In yonder cottage by the way 
And mid palatial's grand display. 
The press holds forth with equal pow'r 
The hopes and topics of the hour, 
A welcom'd friend to each and all 
Concretive knowledge at their call. 



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Within its varied scope abound 
The new ; the ancient also found 
The work of ages it reveals 
And movements of the present seals, 
The history of the past unfolds 
And record of today it holds, 
What rich resources here we find 
What priceless boon to human-kind. 

Who can esteem the wealth of thought 
And deeds of valor nobly wrought ; 
Or who can count the endless train 
Of noble lives who live again. 
Of gallant souls who stirr'd the world 
And freedom's banner held unfurl'd, 
Acquired at such tremendous cost — 
Save for the press, all would be lost. 

What stores of treasures it contains, 
And depth of wisdom it maintains. 
No other medium can compete 
No other medium so replete ; 
It reaches nations in its might 
And fills the world with radiant light ; 
Progression by it is enhanced 
And civic, moral life advanced. 

Oh ! haste the day when o'er the land 
The press in unison shall stand. 
And its distinctive voice be heard 
In no uncertain sounding word, 
To aid the right, defend the just. 
Prove worthy of the people's trust, 
Its credence by true merit gain 
Its standard on still higher plain. 



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A PASTOR'S RETURN. 

After such a long vacation, 
Needed rest and recreation, 
We now hail thee with ovation ; 
Welcome, welcome home. 

Gladly view the situation 
Thankful for the kind protection 
And the pleasant recollection; 
Welcome, welcome home. 

Here is still the main attraction 
And the object of affection. 
Still we need your strict attention; 
Welcome, welcome home. 

Better place in all creation, 
Greater work our one ambition 
And united in construction ; 
Welcome, welcome home. 

Concentrated in our action 
We'll withstand all opposition, 
And maintain our trite position ; 
Welcome, welcome home. 



OUR NEIGHBOR. 

To find who is our neighbor 
'Tis useless to consult, 
The role of casts, and colors, 
To get the right result ; 

You can not count in numbers 
Nor of their value tell. 

You can't locate by figures 

The place wherein they dwell. 



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It is not class nor station 

Displayed by dearth, or show, 
That proves the true condition 

Determines what we owe ; 
But something higher, better 

That moves the soul within, 
That binds us all together, 

And "makes the world akin". 

It's wrong to keep referring 

To any old-time scrap. 
And bad to be consulting 

The calendar or map; 
For neither time nor distance 

And neither creed nor clan, 
Makes up in sum and substance 

"The Brotherhood of Man." 

Our neighbor is whoever 

By trouble prostrate laid, 

Whose shackles we can sever 
By giving needed aid ; 

Whose burdens we can lighten 
By serving the depressed. 

Whose pathway we can brighten 
By sympathy expressed. 



THINGS YOU CAN AND CAN'T BUY. 
You can buy a farm and forest, 

Or a fertile garden spot, 
You can buy a place of business, 

You can buy a house and lot ; 
You can buy the costliest fixtures 

To adorn from ground to dome, 
You can buy the grandest paintings, 

But you can not buy a home. 



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You can buy the masterpieces 

Writ in story and in song, 
You can buy the works of wisdom 

To instruct and help along; 
You can buy historic volumes 

At a little slight expense, 
You can buy the books of learning, 

But you can't buy commonsense. 

You can buy a fine equipment 

To indulge in pleasure more, 
You can buy the flashing jewels 

Over at the corner store ; 
You can buy the modish garments 

In which fashion doth delight. 
You can buy the latest fiction. 

But you can't buy truth, and right. 

You can buy a railroad ticket 

For a long, extended trip, 
You can buy accommodations 

On the biggest sailing ship ; 
You can buy the market's choicest. 

To supply your daily mess, 
You can buy the best that's selling. 

But you can't buy happiness. 

You can buy imported china 

To display at your command. 
You can buy the finest silver 

That the dealer has on hand ; 
You can buy the richest carvings 

That your mind can apprehend, 
You can buy the sweetest flowers. 

But you can not buy a friend. 



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THE CONTRAST. 

1 love to see the contrast 

In nature all around, 
I love to stop and listen 
To every varied sound. 

The springtime in its beaut5^ 

And wealth of growing things, 

And then the frost-tinged colors 
That autumn always brings. 

The summer in its fullness 

Of ripened fruit and corn, 
The winter bleak and barren 

And all the verdure shorn. 

The mountains' rocky surface 

The fertile vale and plain, 
The massive, lofty forest 

And fields of golden grain. 

The grass a fluflfy carpet 

Of countless tiny blades. 
The flower a blooming wonder 

Of coloring and shades. 

The sky a panorama 

Too dazzling for the eyes. 
And ever changing grandeur 

That's teeming with surprise. 

The hum and busy buzzing 

That comes from hidden nook, 

The rustle of the pine-boughs. 
The murmur of the brook. 



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The robin in the branches 
The cricket on the lawn, 

Each has its gift and message 
In evening and at dawn. 

The cackle in the barn-yard 
The wild-fowl up above, 

The frog-pond in the distance 
And then the cooing dove. 

The quacking of the ducklings. 
The crow-bird loud and shrill. 

The chatter of the sparrow 

And slinking whip-poor-will. 

All tell in accents certain 
Of a Creator's care, 

And glorify together 

His presence everywhere. 



THE PESSIMIST. 

The pessimist declareth 

The whole world's going wrong. 
Beneath the weight of evil 

'Twill sure collapse ere long; 
He always knows that nothing 

That's good can long endure, 
Sees swift and sure destruction 

To everything that's pure. 

The pessimist keeps doubting 

Like some untutored elf, 
Until he thinks he's perfect 

And honest with himself; 
He thinks it only folly 

And useless waste to strive 
In teaching truth and justice, 

It never can survive. 



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The pessimist discovers 

A net-work to ensnare, 
Some thorns on all the bushes 

And poison everywhere ; 
He sees the muddy surface, 

Finds germs in every stream, 
Locates the dread baccilli 

In every bright sunbeam.' 

The pessimist sees nothing 

Nowhere to make him glad; 
To him in sweetest music 

The notes are always sad; 
He's filled with dire forebodings, 

Paints everything in black. 
And never lets the sunshine 

Come through upon his track. 

The pessimist can never 

See anything quite right, 
He looks through murky glasses 

That dulls the sense and sight; 
He always has some grievance 

Because his morbid mind 
Excludes the joy of being 

Just, tolerant and kind. 

If all were pessimistic 

The world would soon become 
Unfit for human beings, 

A place of sordid glum ; 
The reverence and gladness 

Would quickly disappear, 
And only death and darkness 

Be found upon our sphere. 



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THE OPTIMIST. 

The optimist is happy 

And wears upon his face 
A smile that is contagious 

In every clime and place; 
He revels in the beauty 

Of nature and of art, 
Delights in always having 

In life an active part. 

The optimist is never 

Alarmed about his fate, 
And never broods o'er perils 

His dreamy brain creates; 
He never stops to ponder 

The if and "might have been", 
But thinks the world the grandest 

And best he's ever seen. 

The optimist ne'er whimpers 

About the snow and rain, 
And sees no real reason 

To worry or complain ; 
He goes about his business 

With a contented air. 
And says, if someone murmurs, 

Tomorrow will be fair. 

The optimist sees something 

Of good in every one. 
Discovers in their record 

Some worthy act they've done; 
He never talks of pitfalls 

And dangers they are in. 
But helps them in t^he battle 

To fight it out and win. 



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The optimist ne'er troubles 

O'er past unpleasant things, 
Or possible disasters 

The morrow mayhap brings; 
He sees distinct and clearly 

Above the peerless blue, 
And when the clouds are thickest 

Sees sunshine peeping through. 

If all were optimistic. 

Made most of what's their lot, 
How much of earth's misfortunes 

Would soon become forgot ; 
'Twould help in the fulfillment 

Of prophesies of old, 
And speed the glorious reigning 

Of peace so long foretold. 



FALLEN LEAVES. 

The sturdy oak, king of the wood. 
Majestic, grand, defiant stood. 
Its massive branches tow'ring high 
Resplendent 'neath the summer sky. 
Its matchless robe of green at length — 
Bespeaking beauty, life and strength, 
Such stately grandeur crowns the whole 
That moves the heart, and stirs the soul. 

I came again and sought the place 
The scene to scan, the picture trace. 
But lo ! a blast of winter's morn 
Had touch'd that tree, its beauty shorn ; 
Upon the ground, faded and dead 
And under-foot so thoughtless tread. 
Were leaves, the leaves that kiss'd the sky, 
In form and hue art could not vie. 



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I mused in silence on the scene, 

I mused as one in fitful dream; 

My heart was sad, but e're I turned 

Is there no lesson to be learned? 

Is there no thought to aid the soul, 

That strives to reach a higher goal ? 

And from this vision as I woke, 

The tree look'd down, and thus it spoke 

Those leaves so wondrous, deftly made. 
And in the breezes gently sway'd. 
Whose beauty caught the vigil eye 
And held in awe each passer-by; 
Those scatter'd on the earth below 
Enrich the soil wherein I grow. 
From this profusion and decay 
Will spring new life some future day. 

Alas ! how true of human life. 
This surging, changing, constant strife ; 
How oft the plans so well contrived 
And castles fair by time destroyed ; 
The morrow that should pleasure bring 
Produced instead the keenest sting. 
Ambitions thwarted, hope and trust, 
Alike have crumbled into dust. 

How many times the promised joy. 
Was found to harbor much alloy. 
How many failures marked the way 
How many errors made each day ; 
Oh ! happy they who conquering stand. 
Compel these ills yield to command, 
And from this wreck defeat and pain 
A higher, nobler life attain. 



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DEAR PARENTS REST. 

Dear parents rest, the journey's o'er, 
Earth's tears and toils are thine no more, 
Through faith I see beyond death's gloom 
An incorrupt eternal bloom. 

Dear parents rest, thy work is done, 
Life's battle fought and victory won, 
No more to weep, no cross to bear, 
With Christ above, a crown you wear. 

Dear parents rest, the Master's voice 
Who called you home, bids you rejoice, 
And with that great unnumbered throng, 
Join in His praise in one grand song. 



TO A "SHUT-IN." 

Fond friend I wonder if to thee 

The hours seem long, and life has woes ; 
Hedged in, too oft we fail to see 

That on the hedge there blooms a rose. 

Brave heart and true, I know, I feel 

A love like thine has power to stand; 

No cross, or test, can but reveal. 

Thy strength and safety in God's hand. 

Though sorely tried, and light is dim, 
Without a doubt, fear or dismay, 

Thou cans't in darkness trust in Him 

Who gilds the clouds and speeds the day. 



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AN HONORED HERO. 

'Neath the shadow of the forest 

Bloomed a flower in beauty rare, 
Erstwhile hidden was its value, 

And the world was unaware, 
Modest, quiet, unassuming 

In simplicity it grew 
'Till one day a chance occurrence 

Brought its loveliness to view. 

Thus the hero's great distinction 

Came to notice all apace, 
And we found among the many 

He had won a noted place; 
Onward still to greater honors 

We would cheer thine unsought fame- 
Ever seeking to establish 

Firm and blamelees a good name. 

While the public stands admiring. 

While applauded by the throng. 
Let thy motto be, not laurels. 

Vain and frail, that fade e're long. 
But a nobler, higher standard. 

That of life whose virtues shine 
Ever with increasing splendor, 

Thy whole being to enshrine. 

Every gift and all endowments 

Nature has bestowed on thee. 
And the praise that comes unbidden 

Surely must alluring be ; 
Make it count for lofty purpose, 

Prove you're equal to the test. 
And content with no less motive 

Than the doing of your best. 



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YOUTH. 

Your childhood days of ceaseless mirth, 

Of sunshine without storm, 
Were swiftly spent and disappeared 

Like dew in early morn. 

'Tis youth and strength that offer now 

An ever widening field 
To form a character that will 

A future influence yield. 

As time rolls on and you awake 

To life's more arduous spheres, 

Its realistic work and worth. 
Its hopes, its joys, its tears. 

See that that life be ever marked 

By deeds and words of love, 
And guarded, guided always by 

The light that leads above. 

'Tis not long years, or wealth of gold 
That makes life great and grand, 

But nobler purpose stayed by truth, 
A perfect God's demand. 

Then count the hours, each duty grasp 

With ardor more and more. 
And reap with joy your just reward 

On yonder distant shore. 



A LITTLE MAID. 

A little maid with habits staid 
On business bent and quite content, 
I'm glad said she, that I am free 
Controlling still my wish and will ; 



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Life did not seem an idle dream 
Which fancy wove in quiet cove, 
Or flow'ry dell where lovers dwell, 
But constant aim, the top to gain. 

This little maid with habits staid 
Found joy in work nor tried to shirk, 
But did each day what came her way, 
And merely asked for strength for task. 
So she could live her best to give ; 
Her toil though hard, brought rich reward, 
For in her heart she won the part 
Of gaining might by doing right. 



A LOST HAMMER. 

Oh ! have you seen 
Here, there, between, 

That little hammer. 
By some shrewd trick 
Or magic slick 
Please find it quick, 

That little hammer. 

I much regret 
It's missing yet, 

That little hammer. 
This very day 
Without delay 
Restore, I pray, 

That little hammer. 

Lo ! buried deep 
I'll let it sleep, 

That little hammer. 



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No more 'twill mock 
Or cause a shock 
By cruel knock, 

That little hammer. 

Well understood 
It's gone for good, 

That little hammer. 
It's hurt forget 
And ne'er regret 
'Tis missing yet, 

That little hammer. 



A BIRTHDAY GREETING. 

Some greet their friends and kinfolk. 

Revere for kindness shown, 
But here's hello from someone 

Who registers unknown; 
Upon thy pathway ever 

May light profusely fall. 
And make each year the brightest, 

Each birthday best of all. 



YOUTHFUL SORROWS. 

In summing up the trying griefs, 
Reviewing hopes and wishes, 

I find there's nothing quite so hard 
In life as washing dishes. 

When playing marbles in the street 

And adding to my riches, 
A voice comes floating on the breeze, 
"Come in and wash the dishes". 



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When weary with the daily tasks 
I close my tired lashes, 

Some one who ought to do it, says, 
"Wake up and wash the dishes". 

I just wish folks wouldn't eat, 
And only drink like fishes, 

'T would save me such a lot of work 
And need of washing dishes. 

Some day when I am older grown 
I'll tear away these meshes 

That hold me back ; leave someone else 
The job of washing dishes. 



CASTLES. 



There's pleasure in building air-castles 
Though we know they can not exist; 

Perfect joy in blowing air-bubbles 
That burst into vanishmg mist. 



BON-VOYAGE TO A FRIEND. 

With feelings commingled 

We gather tonight, 
jExpressions of sorrow 

But more of delight; 
We dread the departing 

E'en though for a while. 
Of one whose glad greeting 

Is hand-clasp and smile. 

And while we mourn deeply 

Your going away. 
There's solace in thinking 

You never can stay ; 



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We know you'll make merry 

And have a fine trip, 
But then you'll return with — 

Perhaps the first ship. 

We hail the good fortune 

That smiles on thee now, 
And come with fresh laur<els 

Bedecking thy brow, 
And wish you much pleasure 

On land and on sea. 
Rejoice at the prospects 

In waiting for thee. 

Why crossing the ocean. 

What going to find? 
Perhaps he's not anxious 

To tell his whole mind; 
Is there in that home-land 

A magnet so strong — 
The truth in its sequel 

We'll learn before long. 

Why braving such dangers 

When right here at hand 
Are treasures in plenty 

To fill all demand; 
It's useless to murmur 

Bewailing the fate, 
Or oflfer suggestions 

I fear it's too late. 

It may be a journey 

Of searching for health. 
It may be an effort 

In getting great wealth ; 



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Don't question too closely 
The object in view, 

He may not be ready 

Just now to tell you. 

Don't seek explanation 

Of whither he goes, 
Don't think it your business 

To know all he knows ; 
Don't try him with artful 

And cunning appeal, 
It may be a secret 

He dare not reveal. 

We trust no dark shadows 

Shall lurk in the way, 
And hope to re-welcome 

On some future day ; 
When tired of Britain 

We'll hail thee once more, 
Returning to tarry 

On America's shore. 



DID YOU EVER. 

Did you ever sit and listen 

To the dropping of the rain. 
Did you ever see the sparkling 

Little gems on window pane, 
Did you ever hear the thunder. 

Did you see the lightning flash, 
Did you see the torrent falling. 

Did you hear the water splash ; 
Did you see the clouds receding 

And disclosing heaven's blue. 
Did you see the rainbow forming 

In its curves of matchless hue? 



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Did you ever in the springtime 

See the bursting of the earth, 
Did you see the seedlings sprouting 

As the sunshine gave them birth ; 
Did you ever hear the music 

Of the tuneful birds and bees, 
Did you ever hear the whispers 

In the melody of trees?. 



Did you ever see the dewdrop 

Glisten in the morning light, 
Did you ever see the blossom 

When its petals close at night; 
Did you ever learn the secrets 

Of the forest and the vale, 
Did you ever climb the mountain 

Where all other objects pale? 

Did you ever see the sunrise 

As it tints the eastern sky, 
Did you ever see the glory 

As it upward mounts on high ; 
Did you ever see it sinking 

As the shades of evening fall, 
Did you see the changing beauty 

And the splendor of it all? 

Did you ever talk with nature. 

Have you ever read her book. 
Did you ever solve the wonders 

Of the little dell and brook ; 
Did you ever pause and study 

Things not understood as yet. 
Did you labor in acquiring 

All the knowledge you could get? 



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If you did, then you're possessing 

That which nothing can destroy; 

One of life's divinest blessings 
Is the power to enjoy. 



TRYING THINGS. 

It^s trying when you've wrestled 

And worked with plans and things, 
To suddenly discover 

Your hopes have taken wings; 
To find your castle fallen 

With dismal, awful crash, 
The wreckage though appealing 

Is just a heap of trash; 
And then to see some fellow 

Whose conscious of your woe. 
Stand by in heedless manner 

And say, "I told you so" ! 

It's trying when you're worried 

Because of some mistake. 
That brought about disaster 

And sorrow in its wake. 
That took away your courage 

And made the world seem wrong, 
That stinted your ambition 

And changed to wail your song; 
Then have your trusty partner. 

Or friend whom you have known, 
Declare in frosty accents, 

"The fault is all your own". 

It's trying to be hampered 

By some unhappy fate. 
To change and help conditions. 

You find it's far too late, 



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Though not contented fully 

Or liking what youVe got, 
Accept in modest silence 

What seems to be your lot ; 
And then have someone heartless 

Commenting on your plight, 
Express no fellow feeling 

But say, "it serves you right" ! 



PLEASANT THINGS. 

It's pleasant to remember 

The care and pains you took, 
To write each letter perfect 

Upon your copy-book; 
And when the page is finished 

And pen is laid aside 
You wondered if the eflfort 

Would sink, or swell your pride; 
And then have him whose business 

It is, the work inspect. 
Write plainly at the bottom 

The simple word, "correct". 

It's pleasant when youVe labored 

And tried your best to serve 
To utmost satisfaction 

The firm, as they deserve ; 
And yet you're somewhat fearful 

Lest you have failed to fill 
The lucrative position 

Held open for you still ; 
Then see the "boss" approaching 

And with a word of praise 
Add to his kind expression, 

"You're worthy of a raise". 



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It's pleasant when you've struggled 

And strove to win the race, 
And in the world endeavored 

To find and fill your place ; 
And when you sometimes question 

The outcome of the whole 
And wonder how, if ever. 

You reached and helped a soul ; 
Then have some kindly neighbor 

Who knows you by your name. 
Step in with friendly greeting 

And say, "you've won your fame* 



KEEP BUSY. 



If you want to be successful. 

Keep busy. 
And abhor the name o' slothful 

Keep busy ; 
If you hate a frothy bubble, 
Want your interests to double 
And avoid a lot of trouble. 

Keep busy. 

If you want to be respected. 

Keep busy. 
As efficient help regarded, 

Keep busy ; 
If you want to gain distinction. 
Wish to win appreciation 
In the noble field of action. 

Keep busy. 

If you want to shun the morbid. 

Keep busy, 
And desire to quash the sordid, 

Keep busy ; 



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If you wish to banish sadness, 
Brighten up the gloomy darkness, 
Fill your heart with real gladness, 
Keep busy. 

SOMETIME, SOMEHOW, SOMEWHERE. 

Sometime the fears that trouble 

And doubts that mystify. 
Will fade and be supplanted 

By hopes that never die. 

Sometime the mists that gather 

Between us and the blue. 
Will disappear together 

And vanish like the dew. 

Sometime the broken-hearted 

And weary with the heat, 
Will find relief and shelter 

Within a safe retreat. 

Somehow the disappointments 
And things not understood. 

In some mysterious manner 
Are working for our good. 

Somehow the threads of anguish 
That seemed to tie us down, 

Will be preserved and woven 
Into a fadeless crown. 

Somehow the pain we suffered 
The bowing 'neath the rod, 

Revealed the deeper nature 

And brought us nearer God. 

Somewhere beyond our vision 

The friends we loved and lost. 



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Have been rewarded amply 
For all the toil and cost. 

Somewhere when all is finished 
The flowing tears will cease, 

The soul be filled with gladness, 
With love and endless peace. 

Somewhere when sun is setting, 
Setting to rise no more. 

There'll be a host triumphant 
Upon that other shore. 

With all the chapters written 
And book of life is sealed, 

'Twill be but the beginning 
Of wonders unrevealed. 



PRESENTATION OF TUB AND WASHBOARD. 

The old and only stood the test. 

For many generations. 
Of all machines it is the best 

With proper undulations. 

These articles you can't forgo. 

For any late invention. 
And if you think it is not so, 

Please make investigation. 

Reliable and useful both 

Yet simple in construction. 

To run it with success I quoth 
Requires no education. 

'Twill bring results if you conform 

To certain regulations. 
And then continue to perform 

Repeated operations. 



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The way it works is "out of sight", 

Exceeds all expectations, 
For elbow grease and Water White, 

Makes wondrous transformations. 

Accept this gift and when you rub 

Remember our devotion 
And ever may this little tub, 

Bespeak our great affection. 

And ne'er forget how it will work. 
With careful demonstration. 

Successful if you do not shirk 
Its skilled manipulation. 



A WISH. 



That life may have much that is pleasant 
And little of that which is sad. 

That yours hold the beautiful record 
Of making some other hearts glad. 

That time only serves to make real 
The multiple hopes of the hour, 

That joy and success be your portion. 

Increasing your strength and your power. 

Seeking constantly faith and courage 
The things that will lift and sustain, 

That scatters the fears and repinings. 
And only the good can remain. 

And e'en though you sometimes may falter 
And mists are obscuring the way. 

You behold in the dreamy twilight 
The dawning of a "perfect day". 



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That all of us profit by being 

Of service to someone in need, 

That all of us get while we're living, 
A trophy for some noble deed. 



"OUR PARSON/^ 

(Just resigned.) 

With quivering lips and trembling hand 
Before this august group I stand : 
A subject so profound and deep 
That I'd prefer in silence keep. 

"Our Parson", what am I to say. 
He's listening every word to weigh, 
I'd like to make my meaning clear, 
I'd tell you lots, if he weren't here. 

Might make him vain, if you and I 
Would tell him how we long to try 
To make him feel he's just the best 
We ever knew in East or West. 

A manly man, "Our Parson" is, 
The kind we need in a world like this. 
The kind that's worthy of our trust 
The kind that lifts us from the dust. 

He thinks the world is not so bad. 
Finds in it much to make him glad ; 
He sees the beautiful and true. 
And tries to plant that thought in you. 

When in a crowd he cannot hide, 
For he grew up instead of wide ; 
Of perfect poise and stately mein, 
He greets you with a smile serene. 



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A smile that's real regal brand, 
That operates upon the hand 
With kindly grasp, and word of cheer 
That makes the shadows disappear. 

If youVe a social for to git, 
With willing hand and ready wit 
He's there to boost the thing alon'g, 
The glum make gay, the timid strong. 

Sans dignity and nothing loth, 
"Hail fellow met", this man of cloth, 
Enjoying lemonade or punch. 
The biggest kid in all the bunch. 

He's earnest when about his work, 
And never yet learned how to shirk. 
He's going somewhere when he walks. 
And saying something when he talks. 

He loathes the least pretense to sham, 
And in his soul he hateth kam. 
Denounces wrong in fearless tone. 
Yet stoops to lift the fallen one. 

But if you want to know him through, 
Just seat yourself in yonder pew. 
Behold him on the rostrum near. 
Unselfish, noble and sincere. 

Read in his face in deepest thought 
The message that his soul has wrought. 
You feel it, know it, and he wins 
Your very heart 'ere he begins. 

With choicest words and fluent speech 
He aims the listening ear to reach. 
Proclaims in no uncertain sound. 
Where truth and hope and life is found. 



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And now when shadows cross the sky, 
We will not, can not, say good-bye. 
And though releas'd to roam at will 
We somehow claim "Our Parson" still. 

Our hearts go with him to and fro. 
And follow him where 'er he go. 
And loyally, sincerely say, 
God bless him, guide him on his way. 



WINTER. 



When winter puts its label 

Upon the things that grow. 
And locks the earth in prison 

Beneath a weight of snow; 
It's very satisfying 

To see upon the screen 
Stand out in vivid contrast 

A bit of evergreen. 

When souls are crushed with sorrow 

That seem too great to bear, 
And life's profoundest longings 

Have vanished in despair, — 
It's pleasing and inspiring 

To see, wrought by the test, 
A nobler, greater being 

And growth of what is best. 



OUR DEPARTED. 

Not dead but gone beyond the veil 
Still in God's care. 

We do not doubt, because we fail 
To see them there; 



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Oh, why could those so loved and true 

Not live always, 
To help and comfort those they knew 

Throughout the days 

The friends that faltered not in need, 

Nor counted lost 
The sacrifice, the time, the deed, 

What'er the cost; 
We knew it well, we feel it still 

The touch that lifts, 
The nameless something that could thrill — 

In clouds make rifts. 

Exemplified in life, in death 

The works that told. 
Something that did with every breath 

God's truth unfold; 
Great, noble host in living thus 

We see a test. 
And beck'ning light inspiring us, 

To do our best. 

The soul transformed, no grief they wear 

Upon their brow. 
The image of their Lord they bear 

We know not how; 
Silent in death, but yet they live 

We know not where, 
The Master peaceful rest doth give 

Still in God's care. 



DILIGENCE. 



The diligent never questions 

What others may think or say, 

But does what in his opinion 

Brings the best results and pay. 



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A word that is kindly spoken 
Is never uttered in vain, 

A heart that delights in serving- 
Has little of which to complain. 

A mind that is always active 
Can never become morose, 

A life that is full of vigor 

Finds work a real repose. 



A QUESTION. 

If you think the world just happened, 

By accident came to be, 
Please answer a simple question 

That seemeth to baffle me ; 
Who put the curve in the rainbow 

And paints the blush on the rose? 
Who scented the apple blossom, 

And flavors the fruit that grows? 

If you say the earth existeth 

Merely as matter of chance. 
Kindly lend some information, 

My humble views to advance ; 
Who is it controls the seasons 

And sends the dew and the rain? 
Who spreads a beautiful canvas 

Of green over hill and plain? 

If you know that man is something 

Evolved from inanimate things. 
Please tell why he's not contented 

With what evolution brings ; 
Who planted within his bosom 

A searching desire to fill 
The hope of immortal awakening 

And life in eternity still? 



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DON'T WAIT. 

Don't wait 'till summer is ended 

To plant your garden seeds, 
Nor expect the tender sproutlings 

To kill pernicious weeds. 

Don't wait 'till the storms of winter 

To build you a cozy nest, 
Or delay the work of finding 

A place where you can rest. 

Don't wait 'till the day is vanished, 
And earth puts on her mask, 

Before you awake to action 
And enter on your task. 

Don't wait 'till the years are squandered 

To mend your idle ways. 
Or tarry 'till life is waning 

E'er you improve the days. 

Don't wait for an introduction 

If there's a chance to lend 
Some aid to those who suffer 

And comfort to extend. 



DON'T HASTE. 



Don't haste to speak when you're angry, 
Stop a moment and think, 

You're facing possible danger 
On a slippery brink. 

Don't haste to exploit a failure 

Or point to a mistake. 
Perhaps under like conditions 

It's just what you would make. 



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Don't haste in quizzing your neighbor 
About his private cares, 

He may be able to manage 

Quite well his own affairs. 

Don't haste if you feel offended 
To flaunt and fix the blame, 

For sometimes the other fellow 
Has feelings just the same. 

Don't haste in a flagrant manner 

Yourself to advertise, 
The public will soon determine 

Your worth, and weight, and size. 



RECEPTION TO PASTOR AND BRIDE. 

(The marriage a surprise to the congregation.) 

Some years ago we brought to town 
An Easterner of no renown. 
He settled without scene or shout, 
A tender-foot without a doubt. 
But then we bore it, knowing well 
He would develop in a spell. 
And by and by how proud we'd be 
Of his achievements, you and me. 

Believed he'd always stay the same 
Unchanged, except in wealth and fame; 
Protected well on every side 
And work, to keep him occupied. 
We rested calmly without fear 
And never thought of danger near; 
We might have helped him, don't you see, 
Had we but known it, you and me. 

We somehow failed to realize 
That he looked good to many eyes ; 



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Who sought by divers means to catch 
While we neglected keeping watch. 
Who ever thought a fireless dart 
Could penetrate our Pastor's heart; 
So strange a thing could never be 
Without our knowledge, you and me. 

Of course we fear'd he might become 
Entangled in the wiles of some 
Fair damsel who espied a chance 
To cast a flirty, knowing glance, 
Or find that listed was his name, 
Among the victims of the game. 
But then we thought he'd surely see 
That we were warned, both you and me. 

But cupid is a sly old boy, 
And chang'd his methods of decoy. 
Without a murmur of his plan 
He left behind the "also ran" ; 
Kept us in ignorance so blunt 
And glibly work'd his little stunt. 
He might have giv'n, if 'twas to be, 
A little hint, to you and me. 

Our only solace is the fact 
That few indeed possess the tact 
And wisdom to avoid the knave 
Who makes the strong a willing slave. 
He lays his little sure-foot snare 
To trip the heedless unaware. 
If we but knew it, don't you see. 
We'd fix Sir Cupid, you and me. 

But now they've played a shabby trick 
That did just make us awful sick. 
If they determined were to wed 
In confidence they should have said 



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We're going on a little lark 
To matrimonial shores embark. 
The shock you know could never be 
So terrible to you and me. 

I do believe upon my life 
That Mr. Twinkle and his wife 
Think they did something real smart 
And cunning, when they play'd the part 
Of innocence. Oh, don't you know 
It's fun to fool the people so, 
And keep the secret to agree. 
Without consulting you and me. 

The bride seems tickled through and through, 
The Parson seems quite happy, too ; 
When we perceive such perfect bliss, 
WeVe glad we ne'er prevented this. 
We could not hope, had we a voice 
To well improve upon the choice ; 
'Twas wise and mutual as you see 
As if arranged by you and me. 

And here, I wish to emphasize, 
'Tis not like us to criticise. 
Besides, it seems to me quite plain 
That they are satisfied, the twain. 
For in their faces I can read 
No sorrow for their cruel deed. 
Then we'll forget it, don't you see 
And greet them gladly, you and me. 

We hope there's lifelong luck in store, 
That disappointments nevermore 
Will interfere or cause alarm 
Or dampen the peculiar charm. 
And we, the shock can't always last. 
We'll overlook the sordid past, 



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And smile with pure unstinted glee 
And say God bless them, you and me. 

If it was ours to plan the way 
We'd make it one long summer's day. 
We'd see that every passing cloud 
Would have a rainbow for a shroud, 
That flowers in profusion bloom • 
And harmony and gladness loom, 
We can but wish it so to be, 
With loyal hearts, both you and me. 



AN IDEAL DAY. 

A morning in the springtime 
The distant sunrise clear, 

And odor of early blossoms 
Scenting the atmosphere. 

A noontime in midsummer 
The beauty of the field. 

And varied ripened fruitage. 
Surrendering its yield. 

An evening in the autumn 

Tinged with the sunset hue, 

The many flaming colors. 

Twilight and falling dew. 



JUST LIKE ME. 

It's strange how many people are 

Just like me. 
You'll find them here and everywhere 

Just like me; 
They worry over trifling things. 
Keep nourishing the fear that stings 
And wonder what tomorrow brings, 

Just like me. 



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They can't decide twixt modes and makes 

Just like me, 
And very frequent make mistakes 

Just like me; 
Sometimes they cannot see the sun 
Because of curtains they have spun 
And then regret what they have done, 

Just like me. 

Theygoften weary of their work 

\ Just like me. 
Feel very much inclined to shirk 

Just like me; 
They make some flimsy, flat excuse 
And absolutely do refuse 
To do a thing, but sit and muse 

Just like me. 



DIFFICULTIES. 

I've always noticed that success 
Is mixed with trouble more or less, 
Too oft the man who does his best 
Receives more kicks than all the rest. 

If one is seeking a career. 
The crowd don't always loudly cheer ; 
I would not openly divulge 
Expressions in which they indulge. 

Sometimes when one is near the top. 
Conditions change, which cause a stop, 
Or may be climbing to renown 
When someone knocks the ladder down. 

If one desires to carve a name 
Upon the tablet-stone of fame. 
He must invariably contend 
With arguments from foe and friend. 



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I do not like to criticise 
The way folks do who're great and wise, 
But somehow I can't understand 
Why we withhold a helping hand. 



WRITE THE FAULTS UPON THE SAND. 

Too small a world, too brief the span, 
To cherish hate 'twixt man and man, 
Too short the life, too near the end 
To deal with any save as friend ; 
Why censure then, for each has strayed, 
Why point to wrong, for all have failed ; 
Instead, with ever-ready hand, 
Just write the faults upon the sand. 

Go seek the noble, find the good. 
Uphold the truth for which men stood. 
Forget that somewhere in their life 
They proved unequal to the strife. 
And somehow in the battle lost. 
With awful consequence and cost. 
And with a kind forgiving hand 
Just write the faults upon the sand. 

Is there someone, some valued friend 
Whose life denoted downward trend, 
Whom you would help without delay 
And rescue safe from danger's way? 
Alas ! you stood devoid of speech 
And saw them drift beyond your reach, 
Yet shun them not, extend thy hand, 
And write the faults upon the sand. 

With hope and fear you plead in vain 
For righteous life, but saw with pain 
The evil grow, the good decline. 
But keener was their test than thine — 



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Along your path was never known 
The tempter's snares so winning shown, 
In pity then give them thy hand, 
And write the faults upon the sand. 

Chide not the one who went astray 
The weary falt'ring by the way, 
Their's may have been a harder lot, 
With sorrows tried, where you were not, 
And burdens oft too great to bear 
The weight of which you did not share, 
Then haste to lend a helping hand. 
And write the faults upon the sand. 

Do not condemn your fellow-man, 
You do not know how well he ran. 
You do not know the fight within. 
The struggle made to conquer sin. 
You only saw him fail and fall, 
Think not that then you knew it all, 
Go lift him up with gentle hand. 
And write the faults upon the sand. 

Perchance the world would brighter be 
And life hold greater joy for thee. 
More flowers bloom along the way 
More hope and courage, fill each day ; 
More real peace to thine own mind 
More real good in others find; 
If only just with willing hand 
You'll write the faults upon the sand. 

Remember only that which gives. 
More love for souls, a love that lives, 
A love that hopes, that can inspire. 
And stand the test of foe and fire — 



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Wherein I failed to do my part, 
Forgive the lack, with tender heart 
In charity, give me your hand 
And write my faults upon the sand. 



THE RAINBOW. . 

Lo ! yonder rainbow tints the sky 

Hope instills and clouds defy, 

It girds the earth with silent tread 

And gilds the heavens overhead ; 

Calm portending, and harmony blending, 

While radiant beauty inspires to duty. 

Along the way divinely lead. 

Our lives may glow and radiance shed, 

Reflecting goodness all around. 

Revealing truth with certain sound ; 

One grand unfolding, and constant striving, 

To win the noblest and gain the highest. 



HELEN ELIZABETH ALLISON. 

(Infant Niece of the Author.) 
On Monday, June the second. 

There came a little guest, 
Who neither pays nor labors. 

Yet gets the very best; 
Allisons' call her charming. 

Every endearing name. 
And I confess quite willing 

We all feel just the same. 

She rules the home completely 
With magic power and ease. 

Has everybody striving 

Her very wish to please ; 



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She does not force obedience, 
Or utter one command; 

Yet keeps the household busy- 
Supplying her demand. 

As days and years speed onward 

We gaze into the mist, 
And trust with heaven's guiding 

All evil she'll resist; 
Her future life develop 

Those noble traits of worth, 
And radiate the goodness 

That makes a better earth. 



RETROSPECTION. 

There may be tall, obnoxious weeds 

Upon your neighbor's lot, 
A growth that makes it look like some 

Neglected desert spot; 
Before you advertise the fact 

Or speak in disregard. 
Deliberately stop and take 

A peek at your back yard. 

No doubt there is across the way 

Some spots of dust and grime, 
That is a menace to the eye, 

A grievance all the time ; 
Be not unkind in your remarks 

Of hasty words beware. 
Lest on your doorstep there is found 

The need of special care. 

There may be some whose manners are 
Not perfect in your sight, 

Their moral conduct and ideals 
Not what you think is right ; 



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Before you magnify the fact, 

Be certain in your mind 
That in your life is never found, 

A streak of the same kind. 

Perchance upon a passing face 
You notice discontent. 

Perhaps a frown upon the brow- 
Unyielding as cement; 

But e're you censure that grave look, 
Just pause and think awhile, 

See that your visage always wears 
A real wholesome smile. 

There may be those whose courage fail 

When tempted to say no, 
Who are imperfect in their walk 

And falter as they go; 
Be not too ready to condemn, 

Perhaps in looking back 
You'll find some place where it is best 

To cover up your track. 



INTROSPECTION. 

As daily in this busy world 

You mingle with the mass, 
Perchance that some don't measure up 

To what you think is class; 
Withhold your taunts, nor heap rebuke 

Upon their heads for that, 
And note the motive that controls 

The man beneath your hat. 

Among the many sons of men 

Are those whose lives confirm 

The lack of sturdy, real worth, 
And want of strength affirm; 



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Be not too hasty to condemn, 
Or o'er their failings gloat, 

Just pause and calmly interview 
The man within your coat. 

Upon the earth are sometimes found 

The birds of stealth and prey, 
Whose plumage fair conceals their greed 

And habits ne'er betray; 
Before you criticise, be sure 

TJiat none but harmless doves 
Find place and favor ever with 

The man who wears your gloves. 

There may be some who don't possess 

The knowledge of the wise, 
Nor riches that too often count 

In summing up the size; 
It is not safe or sane to gage. 

Much less indulge in hoots, 
Until you fully understand 

The man inside your boots. 

The only thing in life worth while, 

Adorning it with grace, 
Is character that helps to make 

The world a better place; 
True greatness always stands supreme 

The test for all the same. 
Judge others not, but seek to know 

The man who signs your name. 



ANOTHER YEAR. 

Another year, alas, is spent, 
With all its charms and pleasures lent, 
Another year, how sad the thought. 
With anxious pain the heart is fraught; 



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The year whose advent brought good cheer, 

Prospective hopes to far and near, 

Infused new life in young and old. 

And richest gifts it did unfold; 

Un-numbered blessings to us brought, 

Akin to all; no ill besought; 

But kindly bade each one to share, 

In common of its bounties rare. 

But Ah ! with all its glad and cheer. 

Was mingled oft the sigh, and tear, 

The joyous mirth in sorrow hushed. 

And gallant hearts beneath it crushed. 

It greeted millions that today 

Lie covered by the moldering clay, 

A little mound denotes the spot 

Of slumbering hosts ! one common lot. 

Its time is spent, the year is dead. 

Henceforth its number is not said. 

Its reign in calmness, pomp or rage. 

Is only found on history's page. 

Time still rolls on, and now the sound 

Of the New Year is echoed round. 

In mystery wrapped it doth appear. 

Unraveled not by sage or seer. 

But darkness clothes it in disguise 

Till time reveals it to our eyes. 

Mayhap to some of us it brings, 

Some gladsome pleasure on its wings ! 

Perhaps it sheaths a fiery dart 

That soon will scathe and pierce the heart; 

Through flowery vales our paths may wend, 

And peace and joy our steps attend. 

Perhaps dark clouds of anguish loom. 

To snap life's cord and seal our doom. 

It matters not for us to know. 



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What this new year may yet bestow, 
'Tis ours to do and live, and be, 
What conscience, duty, asks of thee. 
We sow and reap just as we go. 
If we plant thorns, no flowers grow, 
If we sow seed of truth and love. 
The fruit we'll reap with joy above, 
Then let us live with rightful aim. 
The evil shun, the good maintain. 
And with this motto ever clear. 
Improve each moment, hour and year. 



A SIXTY-SECOND ANNIVERSARY. 

He who has guided your lives in the past 
Will surely continue to keep 'till the last; 
Sustain in His goodness, uphold in His might, 
And brighten the way with the evening light. 

Two and three score years are numbered, 

Years that were happily spent; 
Each had its measure of burdens, 

Its share of joy and content ; 
Each meant a higher conception 

Of life, its beauty and worth; 
Constant and truly revealing 

The sweetness of heaven on earth. 

A page of marvelous credit 

Records your journey along; 
No blot or sinister discord 

Saddening singer or song; 
Your faith still firm and unchanging 

And fixed on eternity's goal; 
Your hope an unmovable anchor. 

The safe repose of the soul. 



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Unlimited wealth of treasures 

You've stored in that home secure, 
Where blight and decay can't enter, 

Where all is perfect and pure ; 
Anon the call of the Master 

Will come to you, one by one, 
Bidding you there and rewarding, 

Giving the welcome, "Well done". 



EASTER THOUGHTS. 

The story of the Easter time, 

And lessons do not cease 
To thrill the heart with boundless joy 

And fill the soul with peace ; 
The cross, the death, the vacant tomb, 

A loving message brings; 
Around them cluster truths that stir 

The world to better things. 

A living Savior for our need. 

One who can sympathize. 
And unto those in bondage say, 

"I bought thy freedom, rise, 
Reach out, and up, and ever strive 

To live and do your best; 
Bear all with cheer, delight to serve. 

And leave with God the rest". 

Oh ! may His life and sacrifice 

Be a transcending light, 
A power to draw, to lift, to lead, 

And guide us in the right; 
Enabling us to overcome 

The doubts, and fears, and gain 
A vision of the risen Christ 

Who will our lives sustain. 



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LIFE'S JOURNEY. 

Amid the busy countless throng 
Of human form and face, 

That do unceasing onward move 
Each one commands a place. 

But Oh ! how humble, how minute 

The place we occupy, 
How little does our life concern 

The millions passing by. 

A frail, dependent living soul 
Unconscious of its state, 

Defenseless but immortal spark 
To meet an unknown fate. 

This wondrous world so beautiful 
It scans with mute surprise, 

And with each day the scene expands 
To those untiring eyes. 

As years advance and youth and strength 
This human form acquires, 

The heart is filled with eager hopes 
Ambitions and desires. 

The journey may be long and tried 
By many a piercing dart, 

Perhaps life's sun will set at noon 
And nip its active part. 

It matters little, when we die 

And neither how, nor where ; 

The vital point is, what we did? 
How lived, and what we are. 



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THE FOLKS I USE TO KNOW. 

Oh, the folks I use to know 
In the distant long ago, 

Old fashioned, I suppose; 
For they lived from day to day 
In a modest, simple way, 
And believed 'twas good to pray 

For the night's repose. 

Oh, the folks I use to know 
In that carefree long ago, 

Were not up-to-date; 
For they never traveled far, 
Didn't own a modern car. 
Never tried to make or mar, 

Anybody's fate. 

Oh, the folks I use to know 
In that quiet long ago, 

Won the part they played; 
For they knew just where they stood ; 
Labored for the common good. 
Never lurked within the wood 

'Till the top was gained. 

Oh, the folks I use to know 
In that happy long ago 

Had a real part, 
In the moulding of my life, 
In the fitting for the strife. 
And their memory is rife 

Still within my heart. 

Oh, the folks I use to know 
In that home-like long ago 

Were of working fond; 



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Not feebly careless, or protem 
But daily sought the wrong to stem 
And their good deeds do follow them 
To the great beyond. 

Oh, the folks I use to know 
In that pleasant long ago 

Made a better earth ; 
By their being true and kind 
By their living pure in mind 
And in dying leave behind 

Legacies of worth. 

With the folks I use to know 
In that hallowed long ago 

I would like to be ; 
When the evening shadows fall 
And I must surrender all, 
Answer to the final call, 

In eternity. 



WHY. 

Why does it demand such care and toil 
The planting of seed and tilling of soil? 
You must work and work, for countless hours 
If you want results in blooming flowers; 
But you do not need to sow 
If you want just weeds to grow. 

Why is it needful early and late 
To prune and pamper and cultivate? 
To be rewarded in fruit and grain 
Means tireless effort and constant strain ; 
But you can omit the cares 
If you want to reap just tares. 



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Why does the worthy in danger lie 
Traits that are noble, languish and die? 
The pure can never easy survive, 
Good must be nourished to make it thrive ; 

But the evil doesn't need 

Any nurture to succeed. 

Why does it require dominant will 
Enduring patience and care and skill, 
In building something of real worth 
And making debtors the folks of earth, 

But it's easy for a clown 

To destroy and tear it down. 



HOME. 

Home is the place where you feel at ease, 
Live as you like and do as you please, 
Where happiness lingers all the while 
And comfort is valued more than style. 

Home is the place wherein you reside 
With all of the noisy world outside. 
Where you can rally and rest and play 
After the cares of a busy day. 

Home is the place where the atmosphere 
Is charged with music of hope and cheer. 
Where you like to go and love to be 
Within a castle so glad and free. 



NOTHING BUT DIAMONDS. 

A weary traveler wended his way 
Hungry and footsore from the heat of day. 
His pack was heavy and his heart was sad 
For one contained all the wealth that he had- 
The other was crushed with sorrows of years 



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The weight of the world, its trials and tears; 

He sighed as he thought of his pitiful plight 

And longed for shelter and food for the night, 

When there by the side of the trail he found 

A well filled pouch that he seized with a bound. 

He eagerly opened it hoping to find 

Something to satisfy body and mind. 

When lo ! in profusion lay at his feet 

A wealth of brilliants, but nothing to eat ; 

In utter dispair he lifted his head 

Saying, "nothing but diamonds ; I want bread". 



JACK FROST. 

Jack frost comes uninvited 

And knows he is not wanted, 

He makes no explanation 

About the imposition 

But in one single visit 

Which we can not prohibit 

He skulks around and lingers 

Until his icy fingers 

Have crushed to earth and blighted 

All in which we delighted. 



BETTER NOT. 



Better not pet a bumble-bee 

Or fondle a rattlesnake. 
They might misjudge your friendly act 

To many liberties take. 

Better not trust a skulking fox 
Or trifle with hungry bears, 

They may design to sneak and rob. 
By catching you unawares. 



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Better not speak when you're real mad 
You're near a dangerous brink, 

You may be sorry by and by 

That you didn't take time to think. 

Better not waste the fleeting time 
Or idly spend hours that fly, 

The day is fading fast away. 

And the night is drawing nigh. 



IS IT. 

Is it any wonder 

That we fail to find 

Anything but trouble 

When we feel unkind. 

Is it any wonder 

When we feel awry, 
That we see discomfort 

On every face we spy. 

Is it any wonder 

If our hearts are sad, 
That it seems a trial 

To see others glad. 

Is it any wonder 

If we smile and sing. 
All the world about us 

Has a pleasant ring. 

Is it any wonder 

If our thoughts are pure, 
That we see in others 

Morals that endure. 



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Is it any wonder 

If our lives are right, 

That about us glowing 
Is a hallowed light. 

For the world is but a mirror 

And performing well its part, 

By correctly just reflecting 

The condition of the heart. 



PRIVILEGE. 



There's difficult places 

So frequent in life, 
And moments of testing 

The strength in the strife 
In point of achieving 

Success is not luck; 
More often its merely 

Just courage and pluck. 

To hope for all pleasure 

We scarcely would ask, 
But wisdom to master 

The day's common task; 
There's briers and roses. 

Which do we expect? 
The yielding is largely 

The kind we select. 

There's no certain method 

For carving a name, 
And no beacon guiding 

To honor and fame; 
Whatever our portion, 

Live up to the best 
Ignoring in calmness 

All fear of the rest. 



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Content we can't purchase 

Nor happiness find; 
The secret is wholly 

A state of the mind, 
If life is belittled 

With whimper and whine 
Its beauty is bartered 

And lost, the Divine. 



ONLY A LEAF. 

Only a leaf, an autumn leaf, 

Withered and faded and brown. 
Lifeless and helpless, borne by the breeze, 

Noiselessly floating down. 
Only a leaf, an autumn leaf 

That counts for nothing at all. 
Its beauty and value and use 

Together lost with its fall. 

Only a life, a human life. 

Summoned into the dark, 
Snatched from the earth ; forever gone, 

Is that living vital spark. 
Only a life, a human life. 

Not missed by the busy world, 
But oh, how great the consequence, 

How real the afterward. 



ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 

A century gone, within its folds 
The destiny of millions holds; 
The unrecorded deeds and names 
Would volumes fill, oblivion claims. 
But here is one without a peer, 
More lov'd with each receding year. 



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Time only serves to make him great 
And more revered in home and state — 
The name of Lincoln. 

Not princely birth nor large estate, 
Not faultless manner made him great; 
But loyal heart, his all to give 
That wrong might die and right might live ; 
For this he sought, and thought, and pray'd, 
For this he labored undismay'd ; 
A king in courage, power and will — 
We'll blazon on our banners still, 
The name of Lincoln. 

Through decades of swift fleeting years, 
Through sun and shadow, smiles and tears, 
Above the crash of ill dealt blow, 
The brutal plot that laid him low. 
The nation echoes all around 
With mighty force and certain sound ; 
Though generations rise and fall. 
He's still the hero to us all. 
Our noble Lincoln. 

Canst measure what his life has meant? 
Canst weigh its value and extent? 
Or multiply the real worth 
Of this great legacy to earth ? 
A type of manhood still at par. 
So pure, so strong that naught can mar; 
"God, give us men" just such as he 
Who'll stand the test and prove to be 
Another Lincoln. 



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THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY. 

There is always a way, and it brings good pay, 

To be busy with heart and hand. 
In moulding and building the structures of worth, 

The things that will stay and stand. 

There is always a way, and it brings good pay, 

To be gentle, and frank, and just. 
To scatter the seed, not forgetting the care 

And tilling of soil, if you must. 

There is always a way, and it brings good pay. 

To be patient, and calm, and kind, 
To search for the noble, in all whom you see ; 

Extolling the good that you find. 

There is always a way, and it brings good pay, 

To be hopeful, and trust and smile. 
To fill every page with a record of deeds 

That will count for something worth while. 

There is always a way, and it brings good pay, 
To be cheerful, and brave, and true. 

Rise over the gloom, and climb up to the heights — 
To their summit; I would, wouldn't you? 



REALM OF THE BLEST. 

Is there a realm of peace and rest 
Where all who dwell therein are blest. 
Is there a place, some unknown spot 
With toil and trial all forgot? 
Where sin and evil is not found 
And all is one melodious sound. 
Where joy and harmony control 
And fills the longings of the soul? 
The realm of the blest is just where you are 
If of earth's burdens you carry a share. 



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Is it to have within thy hold 
Trophies and gems, and sums of gold, 
On gain and greed, thine efforts spent 
While phantom fancies feign content? 
Is honored place and fragrant cheer 
The most appeasing to the ear, 
Or is it work with zest and zeal 
And open heart to wants appeal ; 
Be not deceived, the realm of the blest 
Is living and loving, doing your best. 

What worlds exist beyond the skies 
Or realm beyond our planet lies, 
I would not search that great unknown 
To learn the things God hath not shown, 
If the Almighty did conceal, 
Not I in weakness can reveal ; 
I only know that here and there 
The same Lord reigneth everywhere, 
Fearless and certain I'll echo it still 
The realm of the blest, is doing God's will. 

Not mine to peer beyond the veil 
Seek to unfold, for visions fail, 
Enough to know that I'm to share 
A home the Master doth prepare ; 
What there awaits I do not know 
Or what reward He will bestow ; 
I only know, if true to trust 
The compensation will be just, 
All that He's promised the Lord will fulfill 
In the realm of the blest, and care for me still. 



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ONLY TRY. 

If you and I would only try, 

Would only place our standard high, 

And strive to win — 
How much of sorrow, grief and pain 
And needless burdens borne .in vain. 

The wage of sin, 
Might be removed and in their place 
A peaceful calm, each brow would grace, 

And hope within. 

If you and I would only try 

To do the work that's so nearby. 

And leave the rest. 
Content whatever may be our lot 
To serve in palace or in cot 

Nor seek to quest, 
But wait in patience for the day 
When time reveals that these are they, 

Who did their best. 

If you and I would only try 

To right the wrong that's ever nigh. 

Betray no guile. 
But kindly think, and act, and do, 
"As you'd have others do to you". 

And all the while 
For justice stand, decisive clear — » 

What countless woes would disappear, 

And heaven would smile. 

If you and I would only try. 
To pluck the thorn as we pass by, 

And plant a rose, 
A whole earth filled with incense sweet 
And better path for weary feet. 

Would soon disclose. 



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How beautiful the world would be 
And what reward to you and me, 
No human knows. 

If you and I would only try 

To know the good that inward lie 

In all we see, 
For other folk are just the same 
And often not as much to blame 

As you and me; 
Our very heart would throb in prayer 
And every selfish motive there, 

Would instant flee. 

If you and I would only try 
To ever lift our King on high, 

Bethlehem's star 
Would lead again the great and wise. 
Till all the nations 'neath the skies 

Would see afar, 
Peace, heavenly peace, would quickly reign, 
"Good will to men" on earth we'd gain 

And cease to war. 



ANOTHER CANDLE. 

There came into my life a soul 

Whose presence cheered and lifted, 

That like a sunbeam changed the whole ; 
"Another candle lighted". 

There came into my life a friend 
Tarried awhile, then vanished, 

The shadows lengthened to the end, 
A candle was extinguished. 



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PART II. 



GREETINGS ON MARRIAGES. 

I would if I could make happiness thine, 
A halo of peace around thee entwine, 
Remove the dismay and ill you may dread 
And gladden your hearts with music instead. 

I would if I could make life so complete 
So full of success no room for defeat, 
No room for the false,' the petty and lure. 
To hamper the growth and stifle the pure. 

I would if I could create guiding light, 
Illumine the way of justice and right. 
And plant the desire the noble to gain, 
The highest to seek and greatest attain. 

I would if I could grant fortune and ease. 
Supply the good things that readily please. 
And better than that contentment bestow. 
With friends ever true their kindness to know. 

I would if I could prevent clouds to cast 
A gloom of despair life's sweetness to blast, 
Inspire if they come, to rise to your best 
In courage to stand and equal the test. 

I would if I could surround thee with good 
And magnify truth for which you have stood, 
Impressing the worth of humbly to trod 
The path leading upward to heav'n and God. 



I know not what life holds for thee 

That now seems filled with gladness, 

Will joy replete and constant be 

Or sometimes tinged with sadness; 



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Will hopes that now your bosom fill 

Be realized completely; 
Will coming days be brighter still 

And redolent with plenty? 
In vain the quest, none can foretell 

What future years will proflrer, 
And I can only wish you well, 

My kindliest greetings ofifer. 



If I could weave life's fabric 
And fix your guiding star, 

I'd make it one of beauty 

And let no shadows mar. 

Your journey one of pleasure 
With oft enchanting scene. 

And e'en though clouds may gather 
A radiant light between. 

Your lives a mutual blending 
Of harmonies that swell. 

With no discordant echo 
Its melody to quell. 

Your home the place of comfort 
Where peace and joy abound. 

Where naught but trust can enter 
And only love is found. 



If any wish sincere of mine. 

Could make your joy secure, 
I'd gladly pour on thee and thine 

The blessings that endure. 

Hence may that love which binds you twain 

In ardor never cease, 
But constant in its strength remain 

And with the years increase. 



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Content with all but seek the best 

Let no defeat alarm, 
Make happiness your daily guest 

Tranquility your charm. 

If days are dark and shadows fall, 

And clouds are lingering near, * 
May hope and courage through it all, 

Sustain the heart with cheer. 

Make life replete with noble deeds, 

With thoughts that lift and lend — 

More valor to contend with needs 
More value in the end. 



If I had my wish, I'd have this happy time 
Continue untrammel'd in station and clime. 
Surround thee with plenty wherever you rest, 
Endow thee with all that is noble and best. 

If I had my wish, I'd make this golden day 
An ernest of rapture that ne'er dies away. 
Reverting the echo distinctive and clear. 
Prolonging its gladness for many a year. 

If I had my wish, though adversity's wave 
Dash ruthlessly over the joys that you crave, 
Even then may your soul be anchored secure 
With power to stand and strength to endure. 

If I had my wish, thy day would be light, 
A far distant sunset both glorious and bright, 
A well finished life with duties complete. 
In goodness abounding, in richness replete. 

"It's up to you", and serious too 

To keep the troth you've plighted, 

'Tis easy done when just begun 

With hearts- and thoughts united, 



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But holding fast until the last 

Requires some extra training, 

Yet slight expense and commonsense, 
Will make it splendid sailing. 

As on you go seek for to know 

The true, the good, the noblest. 
And choose the right ne'er losing sight, 

Of all that's best and purest; 
Along the way, fresh every day 

Are blessings constant falling, 
From heaven's blue just dropping through, 

Like sparkling dew-drops shining. 

Thus may yours prove a happy move 

A future full of beauty 
And joyous day when each holds sway, 

A life that's more than duty ; 
Your home the spot with care forgot 

And sweet contentment reigneth, 
Where rests the dove of peace and love. 

And hope and cheer abideth. 



With hearty wish and will 

I'd like to weave a greeting 

So clearly worded till — 

You'd not mistake its meaning. 

If I could make it so 

Your future would be radiant. 
Serene like sunset glow. 

And freighted with the pleasant. 

Fd like your path to strew 

With flowers in profusion. 

And sprinkle them with dew 
Each morning in succession. 



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Though changes come your way 
Be it your sacred portion, 

To find with each new day, 
Increasing true devotion. 

Your aims and efforts spell ^ 
Success in every letter, 

And all your hopes as well 
Mature without a fetter. 

Contentment, though not found, 
And not obtained by buying, 

Abundant will abound 

Where love is always ruling. 



The future now hail, with exceeding joy 
Like the mirth of a child, with a brand new toy, 
As sweet and as pure, as free from all care, 
As ever was known a mortal to share. 

A joy to increase as the days go by. 

That deepens and grows as the seasons fly. 

That fills your whole life with bright sunny dreams. 

With never a cloud as dark as it seems. 



I do not wish that all thy life 

May be one constant realm of bliss, 
I do not ask that every day 

May be as full of cheer as this ; 
But that contentment rule thy hearts 

And love secure the sacred tie. 
And that thy home, thy life, thine all 

Stand for the best beneath the sky. 



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Since you've decided it is best 
To link your lives together, 

Who ever did the thought suggest 
I think was very clever. 

Henceforth united in your aims 
Your efforts undivided, 

With all your interests and gains 
By wisdom rightly guided. 

And may the future hold in store 
Success and joy untrammeled, 

Increasing ever more and more. 
As days and years are counted. 

Hence may you ever realize 

Life's blessings in their fullest, 

Your fondest longings crystallize 
In all that's best and truest. 

Your home a place where happiness 
Rules without limitation, 

Where harmony without digress 
Controls the situation. 



Fond friends, were it mine to determine 

What the drama of life shall unroll. 
What the future holds in its coffer, 

Placing just at your wish and control ; 
It would mean the good and the lovely. 

An abundance of all that is best; 
It would mean the blessing of heaven 

On your dwelling-place ever to rest. 

Were it mine to lay out the pathway. 

Choose the scene of your journey each day 

Mark the course of duty and service, 
Set the boundary line of the way; 



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I'd hedge it profusely with flowers 

Ever blooming, luxurious and sweet ; 

And with trees whose tovv^ering branches 
In a sheltering canopy meet. 

Were it mine to order the changes 

That unsolvable mysteries hold ; 
Fix the height of hope and achievement, 

Paint events that the years will unfold; 
I'd make it an ideal blending 

Of the beautiful, noble and pure ; 
The harmony ever increasing, 

And the happiness ever secure. 

Were it mine to furnish the power, 

Supply every requisite need ; 
To master the trying conditions. 

And in difficult places succeed; 
'T would be wisdom, patience and courage, 

Then devotedly working them out. 
With trust in an Almighty leading, 

Yes, a trust without murmur or doubt. 



If it were mine to seal a wish 

'T would be that you might gain 

The choicest gifts of earth and heav'n 
Your fondest hopes attain. 

If it were mine to pave the way 

And choose the path you tread, 

I'd have it smooth, remove the thorn. 
And plant a rose instead. 

If it were mine to tint your sky 
I'd make it changeless blue. 

And pierce it with the radiant glow 
Of sunlight's matchless hue. 



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No fitful dreams or vague ideals 
Can make your lives sublime, 

But constancy that does not wane 
Or know the change of time. 

Not spacious rooms, and gorgeous walls 

Or richly gilded dome, 
But love enthron'd alone can make 

Your dwelling place a home. 

If o'er your lives perchance will come 
A cloud of grief or care. 

In calm relief. Oh ! may you see 
The sunbeam also there. 



PART III. 



TRIBUTES TO THE DEAD. 

Weep, Zion, weep ! the sigh, the tear, 
The vacant pew, and pulpit near, 
In silence tell, a voice is hush'd. 
And many hearts with sorrow crushed. 

A faithful watchman God had given. 
To point the way to Christ and heav'n, 
A valiant soldier in the rank. 
Devoted, true, persistent, frank. 

His work well done, the arms laid down, 
He wears today a victor's crown ; 
One more is numbered with the blest. 
Another servant is at rest. 

Ye who have oft his counsel heard. 
And listened to the preached word, — 
Oh pause a moment on your way. 
Let solemn thoughts your foot-steps stay. 



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Do you persist to walk in sin, 
God's name disdain, nor blush therein? 
Do you reject the Master's call? 
Do you deride and scorn it all? 

Beside the grave, in earnest pray'r, 
Is there no soul filled with despair? 
This voice is silent in the tomb. 
But God still asks — will you not come? 

Hark! 'tis a voice, a gentle touch, 
The seed must die that yieldeth much. 
And Zion yet will loudly sing 
The praises of her Lord and King. 



Such was the message, such the call, 

In unmistaken note; 
The beck'ning voice said "Servant, come, 

For thee I will promote". 

From earth to heav'n from death to life. 
From toil and pain to rest ; 

And thine the vict'ry, thine the crown. 
And home among the blest. 

We do not breathe a sad farewell, 
Mid tears that ceaseless flow, 

But rather hail the dawn of day, 
And yonder radiant glow. 

Today we can not scale the heights, 
Nor see that distant shore. 

Where lives this nobleman of God, 
In peace forever more. 

But forward, onward to the goal, 

His admonition heed ; 
His life and labors emulate. 

His hope, his faith, succeed. 



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A little gem of priceless worth 

Entrusted for a while, 
To stay the hope and cheer the home 

By winning, winsome smile. 

Too tender was this little plant 

To live *mid shades and gloom. 

Transplanted to its native soil, 
'Twill yield eternal bloom. 

Today we can't locate the height 

Or see that home above. 
Where lives the one we cherished so, 

In realms of perfect love. 

Yet wholly trust in Him who came 
Our woes and griefs to bear, 

And through the clouds see the bright light, 
That leads us, also, there. 



Blest is the man who seeketh 
Obedience to God's will. 

Death's just a revelation 

Of life more blessed still. 



Again the reaper we call death 

No fear or pity had, 
But lov'd and loving ones hath claim'd 

And homes and hearts made sad. 

The one a tender little flow'r 
That blossomed for a day. 

That charm'd our being, won our love ; 
That smiled, and then away. 

Too fair and beautiful for earth. 
Too precious in God's sight. 

To dwell 'mid sin and sorrow would 
Perhaps, its beauty blight. 



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The other through maturer years, 

Proved by her noble life, 
That truth and righteousness will stand, 

Defying test and strife. 

That smiles and sorrows, tears ^and joys 

Are messengers who serve 
To build, unfold, in strength and worth 

And hope that cannot swerve. 

Oh ! may their lives' triumphant close, 

Their entrance into rest, 
Stir us to efifort and desire 

To be and do our best. 

And though we mourn, yet no despair. 

Faith sees the light that glows 
Above, beyond and through the clouds 

And trusting says, God knows. 



There is a time when language 
Fails to express the grief, 

When silence soothes the sorrow, 
Gives solace and relief. 

To speak is oft to question 
Why was it order'd so? 

Why was this life we cherish'd 
So suddenly laid low? 

A life that faith and duty 
Alike claim'd equal part; 

Whose kindness and consistence 
Appealed to every heart. 

Through cloudless skies of promise. 
When hope was at its best. 

There came the final summons 
"Come unto Me and rest." 



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Not hopeless are we mourning 
This constant loyal friend ; 

Nor doubtful of the halo 

That crown'd her journey's end. 

We knew not how or whither, 
Her spirit found its way ; 

We only know she liveth 
In God's eternal day. 



The voice is hushed 

Fond hopes are crushed, 
Loved ones fresh wounds receiving; 

We question why 

That he should die, 
And leave so many grieving, 

God knoweth best. 

And gave him rest. 

Born from above, 

Filled with God's love. 
With life, his mission ended; 

Hearts that were sad, 

Were oft made glad, 
By sympathy extended. 

God knoweth best 

And gave him rest. 

The truth he sought, 

And set at naught 
The world, for heavenly treasure; 

Working with might 

A power for right, 
No human mind can measure. 

God knoweth best 

And gave him rest. 



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We miss the smile 

So free from guile, 
That cheering word, far-reaching; 

And voice the sound 

Of praise profound, 
For all his noble teaching. 

God knoweth best 

And gave him rest. 

A step away 

In endless day, 
Beyond earth's cares, he liveth ; 

The hope made sure, 

The peace secure. 
That peace the Master giveth. 

God knoweth best 

And gave him rest. 



How vain the hopes, and frail the ties 
That bind us to the earth, 

The bonds of love are rent as naught 
And tears suppress the mirth. 

We long for peace, and look for joy, 
And fond ambitions crave ; 

One cruel stroke, and all is lost, 
Secreted in the grave. 

Another friend is called away, 

Another warning had, 
Another home made desolate, 

And other hearts made sad. 

A little span, a few short years. 
An atom, it would seem ; 

We realize with keen regret, 
That "life is but a dream." 



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Ah yes ! a dream ; but pause, my soul 
Beyond this little sphere, 

Eternal weight, eternal doom. 
Rests on the actions here. 



A life so beautiful, so pure, 

A character that could endure, 

A conduct that will bear to trace 

Its every act, and naught efface; 

A Christian faithful to the end 

Such as the Master doth commend ; 

A life whose influence we feel 

Whose death leaves wounds that cannot heal. 

If we but could prolong her day. 
With loving hands that arrow stay ; 
If loyal hearts had only pow'r 
To spare the sorrow of this hour; 
Alas I for human efforts fail. 
And hopes and pray'rs could not avail, 
Helpless we cry and search for light, 
For earth reveals but darkest night. 

A mystery too deep to solve, 

A cloud through which no rays evolve ; 

A season when we cannot see, 

A time when silence seems to be 

The only thing that brings relief 

The only remedy for grief; 

When none but God can touch the heart 

And He alone can peace impart. 

And as this spirit wing'd its flight, 
Oh ! may we recognize Thy might ; 
Thy judgments and Thy mercies stand. 
And all is safe within Thy hand ; 



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Since Thou hast fitted in Thy love, 
For her a dwelling place above, 
And taken home this cherish'd one. 
Help us to say "Thy will be done." 

We grope in darkness when we try 
To understand the reason why; 
"Lead kindly light," lead thou the way. 
Transform this chaos into day; 
With spirits crush'd beneath the blow 
Yet dauntless faith help us to know 
That out of trials triumphs come, 
And then to say "Thy will be done." 



I saw a flower in beauty rare, 

Its fragrance sweet was everywhere ; 

It filled the saddened heart with joy. 

No thorn to pierce or hope destroy. 

I saw it bloom in colors bright, 

I saw its beauty changed to blight, 

I saw it wither, fade and die. 

Forever lost to human eye : 

Such was thy life most worthy friend. 

Which death so soon hath marked its end. 

In all its hope, in all its bloom. 

Enclosed within that narrow tomb, 

Not like the flower there to be 

Through ages of eternity ; — 

Again to rise to life more blest. 

To happiness, to home and rest. 



A little shorter journey 
A little earlier rest, 

A little sooner entered 

The haven of the blest. 



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We planned for years of pleasure 
For service rendered here, 

God chose to call her yonder 
To a more glorious sphere. 

Triumphant o'er earth's sorrows 
We know not how or where, 

We only know she liveth 

Still in the Master's care. 



In solemn thought and voice suppressed 

I ask can it be best, 
That one so active, so beloved 

Is early called to rest. 

A life so noble, pure and good. 
None knew her but to love, 

Is lost to us but still exists 
In higher realms above. 

Loved ones now left in anguish sore 
Fond hearts that grief doth rend. 

With you I shed a silent tear 

And mourn a cherished friend. 

Our faith extends beyond the tomb 
That sheathes the mortal clay, 

And sees the bright and glorious dawn 
Of yon eternal day. 



Is kindness a trait of merit? 

Has service a place on earth? 
Is duty well done of value? 

Has constancy weight and worth? 
Is charity nobly acted 

A quality to admire? 
Is character pure and ideal 

The sum of what we desire? 



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Do these form a life of beauty 

The potent, real, sublime, 
Measuring up to a standard 

Worthy of effort and time ? 
Then pause and offer thanksgiving 

For the help, the \\h and gain. 
Inspired by her noble being. 

Those virtues strive to attain. 



'Twas noon, life's noon, calm and serene 

No clouds to mar the beauteous scene. 

Pure as the dawn, bright as the day 

Cans't thou picture a heart more blithe and gay. 

Beloved by all, most worthy friend 
True and unfaltering to the end, 
Alas that grief this life should blight 
And change its sunshine into night. 

Kind friends to love, kind hearts to plead 
Kind hands supplying every need. 
But all in vain the shadows grew 
And darker, denser, nearer drew. 

A few short days and life had fled 

The one so loved to us, is dead, 

But liveth yet safe in the Hand 

That lead her through to Canaan's strand. 

Weep not for her, in silence bow 
Though dark and drear it seemeth now, 
Lift up your eyes and through the gloom 
Behold bright sunbeams hither loom. 

Mourn not for her whose song is joy 
Eternal bliss without alloy. 
Cast all your care in each dark spell 
On Him "who doeth all things well". 



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In a garden of choicest flowers, 

Bloomed one most surpassingly fair, 

Its beauty and fragrance was pleasing 
As it waved in the summer air. 

By a chilly blast of the Autumn 

The flower's endurance was tried, 

The delicate blossom was stricken 

It drooped, and withered, and died. 

Just so our dear little Gurtha 

With her pleasant and winning smile, 
Whose life was a beautiful blossom 

That was given for one short while. 

Alas that a life so beloved 

Should perish in early years, 

Alas that a future of promise 

Is a hope now silenced in tears. 

But unlike the flower that faded. 

And never to be revived. 
Its value now over and vanished. 

The beauty we fondly admired. 

Again in most radiant splendor 

She liveth beyond earthly cares, 

And free from its woes and its sorrows 
The home of the blessed she shares. 



The home's a broken circle 

One loved has reached the end, 
While some have lost a brother 

We all have lost a friend ; 
A friend that stood for something 

That vanish'd not with breath, 
A pow'r for righteous living 

Not silenced by grim death. 



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A life like fragrant blossoms 

That permeates the air, 
Diffusing joy and gladness 

Around it everywhere, 
Whose words and deeds were constant 

Who did the truth uphold, 
Whose noble Christian graces, 

Were rich and manifold. 

I know not why God summoned 

So early to the grave, 
And to Himself called yonder 

So soon the life He gave? 
I only know that ever 

And whether here or there, 
He's still the ''child of promise" 

Within His boundless care. 



INDEX 

PART I. 

PAGE 

Introduction 3 

Buy a Book •. 3 

Unselfish and True 4 

The Rainbow Round the Throne , 5 

It Isn't Easy 6 

I'd Rather be Right 6 

Fiftieth Anniversary of a Noted Church 7 

On the Mountain Top 8 

To a College Graduate 10 

America 11 

America in the World War 12 

America's Sons in the World War 13 

Silver Wedding Anniversary 14 

The Maiden's Soliloquy 15 

Margaret and Kathleen 17 

Success 18 

Observations of Mr. See More 18 

Discontent 23 

Aliens; Americans; Christians 24 

Thanksgiving 25 

Good-bye, Santa 26 

Nobility 27 

Go On 28 

Golden Wedding Anniversary 29 

Appeal of the Mission Box 30 

The Press 30 

A Pastor's Return 32 

Our Neighbor 32 

Things You Can and Can't Buy 33 

The Contrast 35 

The Pessimist 36 

The Optimist 38 

Fallen Leaves 39 

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Dear Parents Rest 41 

To a "Shut-In" 41 

An Honored Hero 42 

Youth 43 

A Little Maid 43 

A Lost Hammer 44 

A Birthday Greeting 45 

Youthful Sorrows 45 

Castles 46 

Bon- Voyage To a Ftiend 46 

Did You Ever 48 

Trying Things 50 

Pleasant Things 51 

Keep Busy 52 

Sometime, Somehow, Somewhere 53 

Presentation of Tub and Washboard 54 

A Wish 55 

Our Parson 56 

Winter 58 

Our Departed 58 

Diligence 59 

A Question 60 

Don't Wait 61 

Don't Haste 61 

Reception to Pastor and Bride 62 

An Ideal Day 65 

Just Like Me 65 

Difficulties 66 

"Write the Faults Upon the Sand" 67 

The Rainbow 69 

Helen EHizabeth Allison 69 

Retrospection 70 

Introspection 71 

Another Year 72 

A Sixty-second Anniversary 74 

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INDEX-Concluded 

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Easter Thoughts -g 

Life's Journey „^ 

The Folks I Used to Know . 77 

^^ ::::::::::::::::; 78 

Home ^ ^g 

Nothing but Diamonds * 79 

Jack Frost ; \ ^^ 

Better Not ^^ 

^«" :;"::::;::::;:::::: si 

Privilege g2 

Only a Leaf 83 

Abraham Lincoln go 

There is Always a Way 35 

Realm of the Blest ♦ * 35 

Only Try 87 

Another Candle gg 

PART II. 

Greetings on Marriages gg 

PART III. 

Tributes to the Dead 9g 



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